Life can be a mess in just one day.
One minute you're smiling,
and the next you're pissed.
First, it started with people accidently spilling sauce on me.
Then, you have people who don't understand what you're saying.
I'm so sick of this life.
Why do you expect me to say when you would never understand?
And why would you not understand?
'Cause you're not ME!
Isn't that simple?
You think you might understand by "being in my shoe"
But you'll only understand that very part of me, my feet.
So stop trying to think that you can understand me,
'cause that will never happen.
So what if you know my present?
You still have a past to catch up with.
The past that haunts?
Will you understand?
The feeling I felt.
Will you feel it too?
NO!
'Cause you're just not ME!
So please stop telling me to tell you why I'm always depressed.
I just like it the way I am and the way I live.

And seriously,
this world is nothing but a stage,
and everyone's in masquerade.