Tired of holding the secret that no one cares about
With all of my strength keeping this feeling only for myself
Because I'm the thing that may not appear, yet hurt inside
I always get haunted by the idea that I'm worthless
I'm probably just like a bottle of cold water in a fridge
Which you just pick up when you're thirsty
And left when the wine is served and friends are around.
The fake smiles and brightless eyes have been the decoration of my face
Strong legs have been my only friend to keep moving
To kill the times and drain my energy
So no chance for the haunted night to torture me again
I wish I could fall asleep without thinking much
and wake up with the new sunrise.
