Again I'm devastated and upset,
Again got stuck in some destructive net.
I feel like I'm descending to nowhere
And clinging to a thin fragile hair.
I hate these plastic people all around...
What on the earth they have to care about?
These iron robots can't reflect and feel,
But to my great displeasure they are real.
My tears are slowly turning into ice,
And I'm fed up with wearing fake disguise...
I hate myself for being weak sometimes,
I try to spill my mood in moody rhymes...
I'm so afraid to lose some things I have;
I can't imagine life without love...
I should give up these thoughts and carry on...
Can anybody help me to be strong?..