Aah, see, I've made a mistake again. How many times does this make?
Here, see, these ghastly scars keep opening up, no matter how I try to close them.
Aah, see, I've played dumb again, pretending not to see. How good I've gotten at this.
Just, see, they may say anything about me. No one ever wants me.
My wounds are laid bare. It hurts, really hurts.
I have to act tough. It hurts, really hurts.
I can't breathe. It hurts, it really hurts.
They say I'm a failure. They say no one wants me.
No matter what I do or how hard I try, it won't work, apparently.
I just want to be loved, loved, loved; I have to fake my way through.
Would it work if I tried to smile more, just a little more?
Aah, see, I scraped my skin again. How many times does this make?
Here, see, my traumas keep oozing out, no matter how I try to hide them.
Aah, see, I've held it in again, making it seem like nothing's wrong. How good I've gotten at this.
Just, see, they may say anything about me. I'm showered with their disdain and covered in bruises.
This suffocating feeling is making me quiver.
This inferiority complex is making me dizzy.
I can't breathe. I'm completely empty inside.
They say I'm a failure. They say no one wants me...
No matter what I do or how hard I try, it's no use, apparently.
I just want to know why I was ever born in the first place.
Would it work if I tried to keep a more natural smile...?
Dear God, if I could be reborn,
I hope I can be a girl who's loved.
Once I've cried my eyes out, my heartbeat becomes a lullaby.
I'm sure, very sure, I'll be able to smile tomorrow. Won't I?
