Hidden deep beneath my sleeves theres nothing...
just some scars from long ago of ancient tales...

What do i do when no one knows the pain
what do i do when there's no one else to blame...

You wonder what has made me this way
but living to your expectations is all i can say...

Why should i scream? no one can hear.
why should i run? i can cut through my fears...

My blood is mixed with many tears
they have built up for many years...