We're born alone, we'll die alone,
There's nothing in between.
It's a parallax because of how we look,
It's actually just an empty screen.
We're all big fools, we like to play pretend.
We act like we've got family and friends.
We think that they would always be there.
Then why do we still stumble down the stairs?
And bleed all alone when we hit the ground?
It's always a dead end, with no turning around.
It's just all pretty little lies,
Just to act happy and stifle our cries.
In reality, we're all on our own.
We're born alone, we'll die alone…