So many dragons are born,
but I was not born with any horn
but with rage, hate and flames.
I am a teenager with no aim,
that's what they called me.
useless, plain, and ungrateful
is my description, but am I
really a fool? do I really have no use?

And here I come with rage, not capable
of being reasonable yet able of being miserable.
Maybe I am a tragedy that comes with a bad melody.
Maybe I am a pair of shoes that brings despair.

If I had asked for help would you
have known how to help me and bring sanity
to my life or would you have brought sympathy?
and that's why I come with rage because I know pain
can only rain.