I didn't want to live life like balerina does,
when i was a foolish child
i was amused by battle scars.
I got rust and wounds
because i fought for my place under the Sun.
I wanted love but i couldn't accept the same,
everyone knew i was insane.
Submission got down,
i lost the will and self-confident "I",
i got down, under the surface,
i couldn't focus on the assurance. The music i made was like creaking sound,
while everyone enjoyed the violin glam.
I couldn't afford to fix the wire and sound,
i stayed with broken soul and mind.
