You don’t know me that well!
So don’t you ever try to pretend like you do.
I’m hurt inside.
If I show you, you might be traumatized.
I feel like this pain that I feel, ain’t nobody ever felt it before, so don’t even try
Telling me that you know how I feel
And telling me everything will be fine…
I know that it will.
My problem is that I don’t when it will and how..
I think am a loser, the thing is that I end up thinking that out loud…
I feel like devoting myself
Consciously, but almost everything I do is falling apart.
What’s the point of living,
While you keep on living with a broken heart?
And also what’s the point of dying?
Leaving this world without knowing where am I going, I better not die
And proceed living with this pain…

Of being lonely!