Don't own the characters otherwise I'd be rich…
I've learned to accept my fate.
Death has always been my friend.
Believing that I belonged
Was nothing but lies.
I have no place to go
I have no place to call home
My life is not my own
My heart has been dead
Darkness has covered my world
Blindness has finally been lifted.
I see things the way they truly are
And I must admit, I liked it better when I was blind
Reality is the cruelest insult, the sharpest knife
Nobody hears my cries for help,
Nobody understands what I'm going through
If I should die tomorrow
Would anybody know?
Would anyone care
Should I not come home' tomorrow?
Does it matter much whether I live or die?
Do I even belong in this world?
Why is it that death doesn't want me?
Life has no use for me.
What am I if I'm not me?