i try to live it through.
but i will never belong.
among those people,
how do i manage to last so long?

i try to run away.
but every single folk is the same.
all they say is rude and lies.
they only care about blood and fame.

i try to hide now in the woods.
but to interact is humans' fate.
now i can see that it is all no use.
perhaps myself is whom i hate.