no amount of alcohol and cigarettes
could fill this deep hole inside me
that only your love could restore
the flowers in my brain

i can't bear with my emptiness anymore
i do all this things for people and i still
wake up feeling empty, feeling nothing
but a piece of hollowed glass

young and naive still, said by the people
but this deep cut inside my wrist reminds
me that i'm still alive and this feelings
could surpass

every morning when she wake up
she goes to a school, living hell
full of demonic creatures in a 2x2 room
seeking angels, nobody could tell

the people in front caused her anxiety
secretly telling her she's not good enough
she was full of explosion and tears
behind her eyes, a person that is never tough

high grades, everyone's defiance and armor
tendrils of depression and agony appeared
inside her head, things that are glory and gore
tired lungs and tired body, wishing to end this

everybody wants to rule the world and escape
those demons raising us into something we're not
making us more fiendish, full of rebellion
some of us give up and some of us fought