break.

I feel like I'm being replaced,

The things that made me 'me' were stolen.

The only thing I have now is my face,

That's the only thing too ugly to be chosen.

What I want - they do not let me.

Instead they do it theirself and be happy.

But I'm so sad, don't you see?

And you never even tried to rescue me...

The things that made me unique

Are the things I had.

I'm nothing more than a freak,

They made me go mad.

I'm only skin and bones,

At least they left that with me.

Looks like they took my soul

(No worries, it was just the only thing that fit me).

My friends, my talents,

My hobbies and cares,

With all of my loves

They're having affairs.

I don't blame,

You can claim

Even my name,

Because I'm not the same.