I'm standing again,
Long, confused, fading.
A lot of people mad at me
I can't help but see me as the wrong one.
My pain stuck in my chest,
I found me a new fate;
I learnt to disappear, even when I was in same boat with them.
A talent to me... To them, I was cursed.
I know how tired I feel
Not from talking so much,
But at the mere thought of all I have to say.
I keep running all my life,
I think I might run off the world someday.
For I'm too weak to let me all out, lest I sound crazy.
I'm...