Wish for it all you want, its not coming, you are all alone.
The feeling inside your heart you can do nothing about with the fear you've shown.
Is what you feel like doing but no noise comes out, 'cause the pain is too much, isn't it?
You've made yourself this way. Painfully anxious about what is ahead of me. . . I am this.
Is who I have to blame for everything I have done.
It is my own refection I look to when searching for whose at fault when everything goes wrong.
Do not hate myself but I am close to who I'd hate to be.
Someone who isn't me and will never be the same as me.
Give me one, I make mistakes, I'm just one person in a world of hate and I'd rather just be happy.