My scars itch
My rage is screaming
And my hands twitch.

Born for nothing
They look at me
Because I'm something shocking,
Burned flowers in my hands
I'm never out of these chains.

Just like a may fly
I 'll fly for one day
Because the next I'll be gone
Cried,cursed, but never remembered by some
Up , up in the sky
Where the beutiful things lay

But shoot me down
This was the day of one growth
Because those beautiful things
I don't worth.