• I have an answer to your questions,
    A reply to your demands
    I am not who you wish me to be
    For I break at no one’s hands

    You can tell me to behave
    And I’ll writhe beneath my skin
    Tell me that I’m disturbed
    And my wrath will just begin

    I am no one but myself
    I have nothing to hide
    I’ll pretend not to be something else
    For I have no other side

    My bleak and morbid life
    Is portrayed throughout my words
    I’ll give you something happy
    When I hear the songs of birds