As time runs by
As the sun begins to rise
Flashbacks haunt my mind
Thoughts of the way I look
If I will ever be mislooked
If what I say is being mistook
Am I doing what I should
Its a constant battle which no winner is pronounced
Being me is a constant hastle
I felt the mean of hurt
To the extent my body begins to fade
When I love I love to no limits
That my whole body is a puppet to control
Your happiness is my light and your pain is my demies.
My personality is other people to like and for me to suffer.
It's like a buffer for others and it kills me from inside.