Some people measure their life,
On the accomplishments they've made...

All the times that I've cried,
It's left no room for happiness...

With blank paper lying in front of her,
She takes a pencil and begins to sketch...

The dreams and hauntings,
They never let me live...

You say one thing,
But never mean it...

You don't belong here,
You're different from the rest...

I swear it's just a mask,
The way I can smile...

Not exactly wanted,
Not exactly free...

As I walk down smokey paths,
I see the world around me burn...

Time and time again,
I take one step closer...

I seem to surround myself,
With the people I hate...

Sometimes I get so emotional,
Where the tears build up inside...