I'm so jealous of people who still have a bright and cheerful soul, as for me
My soul is rotten, i can't caught myself cryin'
When life gets hard it turns the soul into a dark and disgusting thing
I can't hear you even if the phone rings
I smile at the problems and laugh at the suffering, what does happiness feels like?
I let the villain take over to protect the hero in me, and it paints a beautiful portrait.
