I won't burst into tears anymore at the thought that I was sure to end up by killing myself,
Empty, that is how (I think) I feel,
Oh, life is too painful, that is why I need to end my own self,
Oh, life is too painful, I am at the point in which I don't know what is fake or real.
I am such an unloveable creature,
Someone who no one can trust because everyone knows how my fate will end,
No one understands how I am still alive and I don't know neither,
Everyday I hate myself more, wishing I end up already dead.
I have manipulated everyone into my act,
That is what makes me the most unloveable character of all,
Either that makes me a very good liar and my show can last,
Or makes me the most inhuman clown - waiting for my circus to end and fall.