What a silly life the God in heaven had given to me.
I am only here because my mother could be.
All alone I am nothing to beat,
So I kept thinking of the ways I could leave.
They kept saying “If you hate the way you live then find a way to change it”;
“The way you waste your life, it's like you're demented”
“Your despair is like a disease? Can't you find it a cure then?”
Though they had never lived a second of my life, they had easily said it.
A rigid world with standard days and it's saddened souls with dead fixed ways,
If I see no point in these days I had stayed, can't I just throw them all away?
What a talker, a liar that I am.
I've been living a show, or even a scam.
Even God wouldn't buy this dirty sham,
Though it's not like I can still give a damn.