I feel weak
As if my bones were made of glass
My heart, a feeble balloon
Ready to explode
I feel weak
Allergic to reality
To the world beyond the bubble
One breath and I may die
I feel scared
Walking on the tightrope
Alone, without hope
And the world wants me to fall
I dress up with my armor
Cynicism, hatred and violence
Make up for the innocence
Long lost and gone
