I'm falling in a depressing world.
And no one's there to catch me.
Do you care?
Do you see?
All the bad things that happen to me?
Why am I here?
What is the purpose?
To make fun?
To mock me?
Why is it that they all stare at me?
Like some kind of monster, lurking in the gunk.
Maybe I'm not human after all.
But I guess that all depends,
On what everyone sees.