I don't want to be known as the girl who always gets hurt,
I want to be known as the girl who sees the dim light in the darkest of rooms.
Lately, the light has gotten dimmer and dimmer,
until it had disappeared completely.
Now with no light, I am known as the girl who always gets hurt,
trying to get out of this black room, I cannot breathe.
And little by little I lose my grasp from the world.
While my soul is dying, my body is alive, playing tricks on people, fooling them into thinking I'm alright.
But what can I do?
I listen to the voices closest to me, those voices creates a door that frees me from this dark room.
When I come out I smile, for I came back,
until I get pushed back into the room, by a mysterious voice, a voice from the devil.
I want to be known as the girl who can see the dim light in the darkest of rooms,
but I know now that I will always be known as the girl that always gets hurt.
My soul is dying, little by little, I breathe less and less,
until I drop to the ground, giving up in this dark and horrible game.
