Sometimes I think that I will never find happiness.
I even try to look for a light in this dark world.

I can't deny it if you can't become what you choose. But I can if you do become the opposite.
You couldn't possibly have fallen that low? Do I have to help again?

It's a sad memory
What you made of us;
the 'oh so good' people,
never the opposite.
How come they aren't good enough?
Why are we the broken ones here?