While you are screaming for attention
I’m just sitting, staring in front of me
I’m waiting in my room with closed eyes
Not even whispering in silence

While doors are broken by your madness
I’ll turn broken pieces into prays
That they will not only see it from your side
But realise I’m somewhere lost too

While worried minds aren’t enough for you
I know that living for yourself will remain a fantasy to you
And because ‘spoiled’ is your middle name
You’ll never see the meaning of true love inside

While you are making a scene in front of the blind
I’ll be stepping away, showing I can be more
For once I’m going to do this for me
Sorry but the endless fights just aren’t so important no more