• So many tears drain out of my soul,
    As if the water reserves in my eyes are infinitely full,
    There are too many emotions of happiness that are fake,
    How much beating can one heart take?

    Not much more than the pulverization that's already ached my bones,
    Joints crack like thin plastic and muscles weaken like bending tinfoil,
    My mind is melting under humiliation with pride that's been stolen,
    How much burden can one have before they rot and soil?

    One minute there's trust,
    Next minute there's disbelief,
    An hour later there's hate,
    and in the end you don't know what's good anymore,

    What is good anymore...
    What am I anymore?
    Who are these people anymore?
    What is real anymore?