for we hurt so many to mask our own pain
broken-hearted has become a common nickname
love isn't dead, it just has it's ups and downs
what's the point of life if there are no frowns?
papier-mâché can't mask your troubles
it's too bad that one life doesn't have a double
to take the falls that we forever want to avoid
look at yourself in the mirror, you're paranoid
the future haunts you, and so does the trauma
& why on earth did they only kill the black llama?
you'll achieve peace and serenity one day
keep fighting, don't give up on me.