Twisted, turning, crashing, burning,

all this just to break me down.

You don't know me you don't see me

you don't know me because I don't care.

But I'm still here, patiently

waiting for you to disappear.

Is this my cross to bear?

Faceless, faking, pressure, taking,

all this just to bring me down.

I'm still here, reluctantly waiting for you to interfere.

Is this my cross to bear?