My life's a shithole; I hate all.
Can't find a person not obsessed with the mall.
I need to have a break from all this,
but there is no place of ultimate bliss.
I run and hide but sorrow's awaiting.
Forced to become a fake imitating.
But if I leave the mask for a second,
then nevermore shall I be beckoned.
My life's a shithole; what more can I say?
In school, I've been hated from the very first day.
So if you see some person hiding,
go give them a nice, warm tiding.
Not for their mask, but for the stuff inside.
So, nevermore will they run and hide.