We will die and soon will be forgotten

I will die any second

Gather round, celebrating your presence

'Til we meet again, to celebrate your absence

How does it go

Is this life we wished to grow up to

Surprises are mostly bad surprises

No longer know what to expect

We will go to somewhere out of reach

And I will stay in uncertainty

I was so fed up with good dreams and all the beauty in-between

"All is well as you believe"

And now I'm sick of it

But I used to believe that I'll be better as I grow

Yeah things are hard I know

I'm sad that I'm different

I'm sad that we're different

Oh well, I don't know which way to go

No, I don't really know

I'm sad that I'm different

I'm sad that we're different

Oh we're just debris

Deserved to be lonely