Look at me
I'm weak
Will I ever be
Someone people should meet
No?
Why not?
Then I will go
I'd rather be shot
Exiled  
Only to be reconciled
By the reason
Why I am exiled
This is high treason
To be treated like a child
For I know the true reason
Of why I cry with my knees in
Towards my chest
It is time for me to rest