Days and nights,
Nights and days

I cry in the corner, because I have nothing

No friends, no home, no love

Words were knives,
Knives were words

I cut myself down because I was missing pieces

Of life, of happiness, of this world

Hating love
Loving hate

As I held grudges keeping them locked up

In my mind, my heart, my soul

The tormented world,
Tormented me

Giving me false hopes of freedom unreal

Unimaginable, unforgiving, unappreciated