I want to be like them,
Dance among them,
And not feel their gaze,
From their judging eyes...

Their world seems so perfect,
At least they feel better than me,
But what will it take for me,

I’m listening to sad songs,
Till my life finds it end,
I’m chasing teardrops,
Till the world’s gone cold.

I keep on disappointing,
If not you then me,
I start seeing the end,