You always use to say I was important to you,
And that I made you happy too...

I use to be such a good person to you,
Now I'm not, and you never knew...

Why do people put themselves down so much?
It is because their jealous, as such...

Sitting here, waiting for a friend,
To come rescue me, be with me until the end...

How did we get like this?
We are forever fighting...

Who is that other man,
Standing there taking your hand...

Having such a mistaken identity,
Always thought I was only in misery...

Stages we go through in life, change the person we...
Feeling upset and alone all the time, suppressed...

I do not need people telling me what to do,
I will do anything I wish to do...

Demons roam the world alone,
Angels of the city have gone...

I am a good person,
I can be annoying at times...

I sit here in this room alone,
Waiting for someone to come...