Love is so simple
but the world is so complex
Being yourself is so difficult
well, there is no price for doing it
There is no title, no diploma
There is no applause for me
There is no pride from my parents
Nothing to be here for

There will be no gold-colored ball
with a suit made to measure
There is no 'Thank you'
'See you later', no reason for my life

There is no career more difficult than my own disappointment
I am a stranger to the world
I use a map without a schedule
I am an empty coffin waiting for its own oblivion
I am...