Pain is my second name,
I am composed of pain
Suffered in vain,
Ages passed and stolen youth,
A black dress and ugly truth
Being hurt and being bitten,
Disregarded, fat and little,
Borderline and schizophrenic,
Childish eyes and yet a relic,
Silent noise, forgotten past,
Playing card, a queen of hearts,
Knowing not what is to fear,
Knowing well when he's too near,
I am a stranger to the world,
And to me, an Amber Heard.
Pain is life and life is pain,
Only death can pain unchain,
Just like me - cause I feel chained
To the walls of every paint,
And I shout out to the skies.
Who can hear me? Just mice.
Life is pain and truth is ugly,
And it makes me oh so wobbly,
I fall down between the chains,
Like a ghost of my old days,
Days I lost in search for pleasure,
When I thought that pain is leisure,
That it pays with being fair,
Dare I know how could I dare,
I am all composed of pain,
And I have no other name.