Too much pressure at such awkward stage of youth
I wish I didn't have to deal with it but I have no choice but to face the truth

Suffering the consequences of others' mistakes has brought immense achings to this naive heart

Never in my wildest dreams have I imagined that these vexes could tear me apart

If I could undo the damage, I would but it is simply too late, I've ended up misunderstood

Tainted and broken with nowhere to go

My grip has now weakened, causing me to let go

The joy I used to have are now lethal illusions of destruction

A life of timorous ordeals with no road to recovery

I guess that's how it was meant for me