I had two favorite numbers,
I thought they brought me luck.
But now I've come to reality,
and I don't give a fuck.

All those superstitions,
I thought were helping me.
But truly I was blind,
they were enabling me not to see.

I never told myself the truth
I always had to lie,
I guess I couldn't handle
all my hate and pain inside.

I always try so hard to change
for better or for worse.
I'm fed up of trying to change.
I feel my heart is going to burst.

Burst with all this anger
that would slowly suffocate me.
I wish the world could feel my pain
and maybe they would see.