Nobody tries to understand me
Believing that my smile's just worth happiness
My guilty haven, dark and gloomy
They can't see beyond the border, my sadness

A soul that's too weak to fight
The person who just lets what he wants disappear into thin air
A sentence that can't be fixed by however or despite
The person who never felt the true meaning of "fair."

In this never-ending spiral of sin and judgement
Where am I to be placed?
A soul meant to live with torment
Can I never be erased?

Life may be real, life may be earnest
But for me, it never was;
"Death is rightful for me to behest"
Let my silver, turn to rust.