Lots of things make me sick So I prefer not to talk at all
Sometimes I wish I can sleep forever
You people are claiming yourself as those who can help But you probably can't Because no matter what you say I'm getting mad
Lots of things make me sick So I prefer not to talk at all
I feel so pathetic Some of you are not talking to me But I hear you screaming all the time I hear you hating me I hear your pain because of some things that are related to me but can't be controlled
Life seems to be an endless mirror for me So now this is probably my own hate came back to me
Lots of things make me mad So I prefer not to talk at all