My hands are shaking,
my nerves are pulsing...

I smell the fresh toxic paint,
I feel so excited I could faint...

I think much more then i should,
maby more then you could...

Softly but violently crying I lay in bed,
I wish I was what I use to be but I am something...

My birthday was today,
No one seemed to care...

I cant smile,
not for a mile...

The world is dead all around,
If for a second I heard a sound...

My soul has been drained,
i feel so ashamed...

I sit at my desk,
and have a rest...

FEAR
I am scared...

I cant control my mind,
i feel the sorrow...

In the little corner I lay,
No one cares about me, ok...