I'm sorry if i sound sad,
thats how i am.
when people stand and aplause,
i am still sitting.
when the sparrow is released,
i plant my wheats.
when people laugh,
i cry.
when the sky is clear,
i make it dark.

amidst crowds of madness,
i cry alone.
no one cares,
so i weep.
no one knows,
that i exist.
I'm sorry if i sound sad,
that's just how i am.
- Squall's Lost