I'm sorry, but, the more I grow, the more I hate people
"Tired, exhausted" never be the truth but meaningless big words of youth
Their voice murder me, even though we are under a same air
I wake up every morning and I'm in pain, but no one in here with me to share

I am being trapped in a nightmare and recognize I will never waking up
They said my quiet efforts are simple, and it will never be enough
Their voice silently drown me in this society
It started to tied behind my head, on my neck, in front of my chest.

The fact is each one of us is a soldier in a battle that others can't see
Your little recognition, your action, your appreciation
Of what others are doing, living, trying, or even the way they being
Can scratch out the big, dirty wall inside their soul, but who knows.

Drip, drop, the hot, bitter tears silde off a person's cheek
Crying like a innocence creature, lively and deathly
I am not alive, I'm exist, in this darkness, in this cramped cage made of mesh and bars
It hurts so bad I can't breathe, please, make it stop

Cause I only know one way to turn it off, I am so sorry, for even exist