Here i am,
stuck in my own little cage
trying to fix what needs to be fixed
sitting on the chair by the window-
my head hopelessly resting
trying to figure out what i should do
before everything's too late

this is my fault

I wish i was never born
I wish that i never grew up
and I wish i died

So that everybody could live their lives
happily and problem-free
So that they could worry about nothing
except on how they should spend their money
rather than buying endless
useless
crap on me

this isn't the life i wanted for them
who cares about me anyway?
i'm just here...
and i'm ready to give up
i'm ready to give a life
for someone who needs it more than i do
i'm ready to make someone evilly happy
especially
of course, my 'enemy'
My enemy, that i never knew in my whole entire life
My enemy, who i never knew she even existed

I just want everybody to be happy
and not worry about me
but who am i kidding?
the only person that's worrying about me
is myself
the only person that i want to be happy
is myself-
and i'm ready to save myself
Except i need to start fighting for myself
only because i knew that my enemy;
the only person who hated me and wanted me dead
was myself.