No one knows how I really feel,
my life is like a book with a binding seal.
No one’s seen it nor looked at it before,
within it is death’s final scores.
Everyone could care less,
I keep within it my bloody mess.
All the times I’ve given myself up for someone else’s sake,
but within it I keep names of those who believe I’m a fake.
Everything within that book and me,
will soon one day let me free.
And for those of you who are unaware,
everything within is all my despair.