Born to working parents,
Brought up an only child,
Fake I won't my happiness,
Because I'm actually unhappy.

These monsters I've faced alone,
They exploited me in loneliness,
Faith shook & shredded away,
Through toys I sat the saddle.

Saddle of the young sadness,
Searing through the darkness,
Fidelity of my shaking small hands,
Survived the lonely tides of time.

Loneliness eats me alive,
Less dreams I nurture,
Faking smiles I got tired,
Long the ordeal was written.

Growling is the growing sadness,
Gestation of 9 months in womb,
Fulcrum of my life was prepared,
Gift of loneliness they presented me.