Days and nights,
Nights and days
I cry in the corner, because I have nothing
No friends, no home, no love
Words were knives,
Knives were words
I cut myself down because I was missing pieces
Of life, of happiness, of this world
Hating love
Loving hate
As I held grudges keeping them locked up
In my mind, my heart, my soul
The tormented world,
Tormented me
Giving me false hopes of freedom unreal
Unimaginable, unforgiving, unappreciated