I know how broken I'm I know how I suffer I know how much it pains I know how I'm dealing with it I agree I'm lost Deep down in the world of ghosts I agree I'm in pieces Somewhere in galaxies Yes, i can't get up now I can't even solve the puzzle The puzzle of never ending questions That tied in the holes of my heart Questions about what I did What was wrong in me? Why I suffer always? And why I'm still alive? Everyone hates me Hate to see my smile Hate to see my ugly face And want me to die But still I'm happy That it's just me With whom everything is happening And I still have tears to cry I'm happy that I'm facing it Rather than someone else I don't have to see anyone crying For the situation I have I'm happy that I don't have happiness Maybe I distributed all Among the poor people of world wide As I always pray for I'm happy that I have feelings Maybe died, but still more than alive ones At least I know people ...