Dreams of being chased
Sights of being in a race
Why, oh why, must I be like this
I just wanted to see someone I deeply miss

It hurts being always alone,
Amidst all the people and the noise

It hurts being alone,
Even when you're with trusty companions

It hurts being alone,
Knowing that there can be much more

It hurts just by being,
Able to breathe

It hurts,
Seeing myself like this

It, must stay
Just as it is

Just like what I saw in my dream
There's a knife at the corner
Place it to my pulse and see all of my blood stream
Besides, my life isn't even worth a cent or a quarter