life is such a beautiful thing;
and to live is such a beautiful blessing
until you find yourself being useless then
questions striking how you'll die and when

in this world full of hypocrisy
makes you think that people are just being icky
either they are just trying to get along
or just making you feel things since they think you are strong

wondered if you have ever been loved
knowing that you've been happy before
but given a love that's been robbed
to a someone who is like an eyesore

questions came upon to yourself
have you ever tried to look in the mirror
since you were just someone who needs a help
thinking as if you were an emperor

facade, when will it halt in occurring?
you've been too nice in the beginning
yet you were just too cruel in the end
since you can't even help my heart to mend.