How can anyone really see through my eyes,
When my words and thoughts are filled with lies?
How can I assume what sits in your heart,
When we have been different from the start?
How can I love the world and the people all around,
When love for myself has been trapped underground?
How can I have hope for the coming future,
When my understanding of the past is impure?
How can I conquer my fears of death,
When I haven’t taken a single breath?