It seems that everybody's trippin,
Every time it comes to me,
Solitude and disgust keeps creeping
When all these lies disperse in the air,
Finally to be freed.
I live a life of sorrow,
And the burden is an ember of fire,
My hopes stay so hollow
And my heart is growing very tired.
Tired of living a life of hate,
Loneliness, and a forsaken fate;
With no one to relate,
I sit, weep,
And by holding my tears,
I let these words
Do the crying for me.