life is not a dream, life is just a nightmare, people see me as a freak, i can tell by how they stare, people take the things i have, but i do not want to share, i guess ill be all by myself, while my friends are in a pair. i was stabbed inside my mind, and i fell into a snare, im the king of my own world, but ill never have an heir, i did not ask for what i have, life is supposed to be unfair, people say ill find my one, but the life i live is rare. this world is coming to an end, i can see it in the air, i can dare and i can truth, but i can not truth or dare, i keep saying im alone, but nobody gives a care, i get the honey that i want, but im nothing like a bear. i try to keep my life in place, but right then it starts to tear, im in the state of what I've done, but in no state of repair, my depression is the dark, while my anger is a flare, like i said i am a king, but they see me as a mayor. i have so much stuff to learn, like if carnival or fair, i am golden like a peach, but they see me as a pear, the alarm inside my head, you will never see it blare, my time is coming to an end, and i know i must prepare.