I can’t be hidden by the
Make-up I wear. They still
Bleed, my heart is weary.
I’m soaked in blood
The blood drips to the ground,
I wish a healer can be found.
Is there a cure? I’m tired of this remedy.
My life has become a comedy.
The audience is full of bitterness
And harshness they clap and rejoice
Every time I stumble and fall.
Can my blood be washed by the
I keep falling but I won’t give up.
At the darkest hour of dawn…
I look into the stars and forget my scars…
A new day break, a new chapter I write.
A new bandage i put. A fresh remedy of
Hope I take. Soon I’ll find a cure…