Let out my violent tears.

Bet I’ve created a flood in the past fifteen years.

Tears of hate. Oh tears of hate.

Why can’t life’s path be flat and straight?

Life always loves to throw me a damn curveball,

Right as I’m recovering from my last fall.

Why can’t life just leave me be,

And show me a little bit of mercy.

I just want to let the wind blow through my hair.

When will I wake up from this crude nightmare?