See the pain inside my eyes?
It hurts.
I've been DOA since birth.
Feeling like I'm cursed.
As a hollow shell, I walk the earth.
Aching for a life with worth.
Is this all there is?
This desolate dearth?
Or is this a cruel cosmic jest?
A puppet dance with no promised rest?
A million suns blink their uncaring gaze.
On a tiny stage, I'm lost in a cosmic maze.
Yet, a single star whispers through...