Whatever I may do
Can not change my difference
So where is the truth
What is real and what is fiction?
What people are we?
Are we like the others see?
Or so as we regard as we?
We see what we want to see
We hear what we want to hear
We belive in what we want to belive
We have got your own personalities
Can you respect my difference?
I am a messenger of tears
A damnated reaper of a life
Should I reflect on rerasons
Of my pessimistic way of existence