I dream of world where it always rains,
maybe that comes from my pains.
I sit here with no label,
but that still doesn\'t make me free.
I am a song with no name,
I am a simple but complex melody.
The rhythm is off,
it\'s out of tune.
Day and night I worry,
If I will wake up in my own tomb.
I wonder if I am the one,
Or just another to fall.
I wish I call out,
But my melody may be running out.
My song is straining and beginning to fade,
I wonder if tomorrow will be my last day.
This world is unforgiving to me,
with no meaning.
I struggle to find a reason to stay,
but all I find is misery.
I wish this world would accept me,
with open arms and accept my melody.