Who do I wanna try to be,
If anyway,there is nobody to
understand me?
I am never right,
For what do I actually fight?
So much did I feel,
But never was satisfied.
Is there a pill
To make me who I was
before I cried?
I always try to be who I am,
But never do people understand.
There is nobody I pretend,
Hope,there will be no end.