I always try to act like all the rest,
But never got a sleep which gives good rest.
Surrounded with the most alarming crowd:
All will be fine. Oh really? I am doubt.
I always was the one who hide himself,
I can't be clear of words that i have said.
I am running with the most exhausting rage,
Nobody even knows from which of ages.
Nobody saw the way that I have fall
And lying now on cold concrete floor.
I am not the one who acting on the stage.
This simple feeling is my golden cage.