I'm nothing, I'm nothing, because now I'm dead.
Looking down at myself, looking into the past, i feel pain.
I am nobody that will never be extraordinary,
excepted, or unique.
I look down at myself,
Looking down to the ground knowing,
one day that is where I'll be.
No one will ever care and, no one will ever see the truth in me.
All the people i see, "you are so hilarious,"
so ignorant, so convincing, it makes me miserable to be human.
It is the ambiance of ignorance, that makes me miserable.
I hide my dreadful work of words under my bed, so you can't see.
It's ,because my death will reveal the truth in me.
