People always get me wrong
they always think I do all the bad stuff
but I guess no need to explain
got no time to defend and just leave them be
think what you wanna think
but I will continue to be me.
Too bad I am the lonely child
too young to experience the pains of life
too vulnerable to be shattered
too graceful to be wounded
too wild to be tamed
i long for that time when I
get hurt and not feel anything
cause i know from a distant place
someone is looking after me
though i get weary i still smile
and wait for my great big destiny
Tomorrow i know they will be the same
but i know I am gonna win this game.
i could forget each and every pain
go on and have the will to survive
i just want to let them know
that i was the lonely child.
