What am I but a tool for the world to torture?
As the labyrinth fill full of water none of the ways out are possible
Blood on my feet and explosions in my head
No option but to go the way of the most resistance
How I wish I was simply dead

The resistance will be there either way
So why not try to appease as many people in play
Happiness is not a possibility
So other people may cut the line

How I wish to be dead
How I wish to be alive
How I wish to be normal
How I wish to be different
How I wish not to wish

And so
As I am getting a swimming class of drowning
I close my eyes and notice
That I am nobody than the kid I once were