Should I care about pride?
It crumbles in the end
Is my duty to stand?
Not while my legs can't hold me up
I just can't let anyone know it worries me

Will my ancestors accept me at their table?
Even if I leave their legacy in ash
Am I worthy to cary on form where they stood?
Not as long as I can't carry myself
I just can't let anyone know it worries me

Should I scratch out my eyes?
It means I won't cry any more
Is it possible to stop my tears?
Not as long as I am so weak
I just can't let anyone know it with worries me

Will it matter if I become dark and deranged?
Even if it makes me morally bad?
Am I possibly capable of doing anything good?
Not while I am myself
I just can't let anyone know that this is me