Tell me how to end the story
When the plot runs heavy
And I’ve lost all the glory.

All of my years
Spent trying to fit in
I feel alone on this stage
Alien to my own skin.

No one told me,
If I shouted out loud,
That all of my worries would
Catch me from the crowds

An nobody told me,
Sifting through clouds,
That in chasing heaven
I resembled a clown.

So if you hate me now,
Go on and give me your worst advice
I’ll take your daggers,
If only I can end this life.