How can I express what I don’t yet know?
How can I talk, when their language I don’t speak?
How can I show the real me that hides below
When opening up to them, is only a sign that I’m weak?

How can I dream, how can I sleep
How can I breathe, how can I live?
They all have eyes but they’re too blind to see
How can I stand up for what I believe?

How can I smile if I’m not happy?
How can I tell a joke if I’m not funny?
Some are born lucky, but I was just lucky to be born
And now my whole life is written on a single sheet,
Ready to be torn.

How can I say goodbye if I didn’t even greet
How can I live when it feels like I died?
It’s hard to get up after yet another defeat
So since I can’t shade a tear, internally I will cry.