I am born
With tragedy written on my blood
Everyday I mourn
With these thoughts in my head

Crying with a rue
Smiling so phony
I am dying
Do you have a clue?

My demons, telling me that I'm lonely
That I shouldn't exist in this world
For I am useless and worthless
I am not happy for I am numb

Do you notice it?
Or you just see this worn out mask.