Seeing myself right through the mirror
Was the side of a furious horror
And I myself can't borrow
The time where I could let my soul feel sorrow.
Started to cut at the early age
I hope Ill just gone and fade
Why can't I control myself?
And what's the essence of garnering the highest position
Its going to be a gloomy transition
Because I'm too dumb leading without succession.
Too young, too depressed
Too young to be stress
Losing happiness
Thorned and trapped in my own
Imaginary land of sadness
Grades - is the bases of my identity
They are just numbers but I'm afraid to lose it early.
I wish to return back the time
So that I could change my mind
What's the point of living?
If those compliments I get from the other, is the one that just makes my life contented and satisfied
Without them, I am nothing.
When will you be brave?
When will I be brave?
Like her.
When they keep stopping me from believing.