If there was one thing I could change in people,
It would be how they would already make up their mind.
Humans are cruel,
And if they say they are nice,
Actually, on the inside,
We could see their subconscious' demonic side.
Stop hesitating,
Because I already hesitate in life,
Why should the rest of you do so also?

I'm sick of getting left behind.
I'm sick of being the last one to know.
Being filled with poignant regret,
For even being born in this world...

You guys can just say,
"We don't want to hang out with you."
It won't hurt,
I promise.
I'm tired of being always confused.
I can't even tell who my friends are,
And who aren't at all.
Pretenders, backstabbers, gossipers.
Sickening beings...
The worst:
An adolescent teenager.

I don't care if you think I'm this emotional kid,
Claiming that my life sucks.
It does, and so does everyone else's.
Can't do anything about it,
If only I can make you go through my personal hell,
You people haven't been through hell on earth until you've hear my story.

Anger combined with prodigy writing,
You have no clue what it's like being the always nice one.
Generosity...do I honestly get anything out of it?

Not too often,
The developing smile of a sociopath.
Bastards in our century.
Hey apocalypse,
You can eradicate all of us now.
Because once it starts,
The sands of time will never stop,
And honestly, I just want it to end.