feeling ashame i am that too naive to realize? i am that too blind to see? they are looking at me with their mocking stares their eyes telling me that i don't belong even the sun i can feel his scorching stare as they pick that beautiful thing they want me out they cut me with their knives i didn't even wish that i will be like this it is wrong that i was made this way?
They wander in darkness With padlocked eyes, They fill their ears With sand and grit. All they see are The counterfeit representation Of their warped imaginations And all they hear Is the gentle hum Of blissful ignorance