Ever since I was young, I looked down upon myself as someone weak forever,
when I looked upwards I couldn't breathe but I wanted to, I really wanted to.
When I see my soul freeing itself from my own hurtful feelings corrupted by me,
I begin to notice me as something I don't want to be at all.
I am a tortured soul inside a body I don't want to own,
I feel so fragile yet I want to be strong, I wanted to be strong.

Don't go away, please listen to my tale, everybody isn't listening any more.
I walk this broken road, trying to hold onto myself.
I look straight with a high head pretending I know what's best, but real truth is I am too upset.
I can tell you what to do but it doesn't stop me becoming a hypocrite too.
I walk this cold blizzard clutching to myself when no one sees the storm.
I see the bubble drops of water seeping down my body,
feel my physical structure, after all that's the only thing anyone cares about.
I could have the kindest heart, never want to break you, never want to hurt you,
but I have noticed that nobody cares about your emotions, but their own.
I think that our species will deprive because of mankind no longer holding hands in battle,
we only care about the individual spirit in our heads.
But again, I can't lie when I say I'm rather selfish myself, but I try not to be.
There are moments I feel out of my head when I say that we can do more than anyone else can.
But I feel my used body become a vessel for a slowly breaking soul, I don't want to hoard myself inside. I swear I'm a good soul.

The day sin took over my little mind was the day I felt free inside,
when I saw how much power someone could have over others I abused it badly.
But I saw someone raise from the ashes, she wasn't a soul but a tale of past ones,
I saw her fire sweep in forward in front of me releasing my past mistakes.
I know how much someone can feel pain, because I've felt it myself.
I dread to think about the worsened physical pain of the body,
but one can complain about the physical pain but the mental pain stays beside you.
I don't care for what body I own but for the soul that is inside of it.
I don't want it, I don't need it, I don't want to remember pain any more,
I don't want it, I don't need it, I want to forget the painful emotions.