Different from this world.
Exempt from your group.
That is the oddness of this life.
Ain\'t unity the whole purpose?
Still, I am treated as another.
I smile.I play nice.
I do everything right.
But still, it isn’t enough.
It still isn’t enough for you.
The light shines through the cracks
The dark breaks slightly
And without sight of the pitiful stars
I drift away in the sound of your cries.
The blood runs on the bathroom tile
The silhouette of death stands before me.
I smile a little, tasting my salty tears.
Different from this world.
Exempt from the group.
That is the oddness of this life.
The oddness that I got tired of.