A mask I never release
Like I'm hiding some disease
But then, truth be told
There is something I never unfold.
My life I hate the most
Even though in my dreams or in real its like a ghost
Always haunts me through day and night
Making me frightened and and made me want to die
I am sad, lonely and hurt
And I'm always treated like dirt
I want to rot and die
Even though I wont bid goodbye
