With eyes wide open,
You lay in the darkness,
Thinking things will never this endless.
You curl into a ball,
In hoping to escape from it all.
In spite of it all you try to see
All the things that can be
You look in the mirror
All you see is a terror
It makes you cry
Cause you try and try
In which of it all you try to deny
All the things you are
All the things you will be
And the one thing you will think of is that shouldn’t be me