my life is not ordinary,
it's not complimentary,
i hate my life in short,
it seems like people you care for me,
love me,
are far away from me,
and those people that hate me,
want to kill me,
they're half an inch away from me,
my life on this cruel world,
is just a "life"
nothing special,
nothing at all,
no color,
no happiness,
livin' in this life without anything,
without love,
without smile,
can you blame me if i want to die?
can you blame me if i want to end this life?
no one cares,
why should i,
hope they're happy now that i'm gone