Excuse me for my existence,

But I still stay the same distance,

I realize that I'm in the way

Or atleast that's what I hear they say

So i'll be going my road away

For the better, wouldn't it be?

I'm sorry for being me

Die, disappear, gone, what difference does it make?

You already made your take

Or was it really me? maybe it was you?

Then I guess it make's it two

I really am alone

That's how he made it to be shown

Not really anyone you can reach out for

I knocked on every door

Still being rejected for my known

Better getting used to it

Being miserable alone

Maybe in October it'll change

That's just a feeling I have strange

So let's face it

April to September is the worst months of the year

Cause every fucking time I cry a tear

It's really hard to asleep during the night

But I just have to bite

and this I write

Even better in my nightmare

Wish I never woke up

You are not here

It's just a simple word I need to hear

Please dear

Care