Shouldn't have been born.

Cold, Dead, shodow following me all along.
Something isn't right, something is all wrong.
Is it me, or is it him?
Is it something I did?
But, I can't. I just keep getting hurt over and over.
I have nothing to hide with,I have things I need to cover.
I need to hide my face, I need to hide my scar.
But from the world I'm so far.
In the cold, with a crimson shadow, and a cold heart.
I was bad off from the start.