I walk with my head held low,
Cause I do not want,
To look at anyone's face.
To me everyone is a cruel person,
Leaving me at the wrong moment of time.
They do not look as kind as they behave.
They are the most vicious one I know.
What am I to them?
That I care so much.
What am I to them?
When they do not care a shit about me.
I walk with my head held low,
Cause I have no reason to hold it high.
I MIGHT BE A FRAGILE PIECE OF GLASS,
BUT DO NOT JUDGE ME FOR THAT.