I have been surviving to earn a dime
Not once did one ask me if I was fine
Days became years over time
Their cruel eyes always met mine
I could barely make it out alive
Yet they expect me to fight and thrive

Why must one take all the blame?
When everyone did just the same.
Time would erase their traces,
And only one suffers the disgraces.
His voice fades, forgotten in shame.
He signs, unveiling his new name.
Thus they spit merciless phrases.
All I see is people with two faces.

Seeing the scene, I do not belong here
Well at least for them, that is what I fear
And that is what it looks like to me
Like an unripe apple falling from a tree
I will rot alone, dusk till dawn
When will I learn how to carry on?

At last, my wounded heart has a beat.
I hope these scars will cease to exist.
Until then, I will wait for us to meet—
To heal this thousand-year-old beast.

I now have everything I could ask for,
Yet my heart remains unfilled, it's torn.
The crowd has been loud in the bustling town.
Their volume weighs on me; I frown.
People's eyes meet mine; they sigh.
Will I be alone again, in this mountain so high?

From the day we tremblingly said goodbye,
My heart never ceased to call for you.
You are all the stars in the night sky,
Yet none of them are truly you.

I was the sun of the day
I gave up a few sunshines everyday
Now, I'm all alone, day and night
My heart has burned out, I can't fight