It's all too clear now for me,
That they hate me, loathe me, despise me to the lowest,
Yes I'm a pest now, a bugger they don't want to see.

O god take me away from this cruel world,
Where people only see their own reflections and ignore of others,
Where only they are the saints when I'm the devil,
Ah yes, so much of the 2 years.

If only I could be in this paradise,
I would forget all the deceptions and all the lies,
I could cry till all my water dries,
And I could heal the wounds of years that passed by.

(To imaginary friend)