How did I get here?
When did I start hating you?
Actually, I know when
When I felt alone
When I was hurt
And you made them all turn against me
For I still have some people who give a damn
Some people who hate you instead
Some people who don't wish me dead
Or threaten me with the opposite
I'm not afraid of YOU dying
I'm afraid of ME dying
Because in the end,
That would hurt them more
And I can't hurt my real friends.
Leave them ignored.
For I still have Courage
And I wouldn't have it any other way.