I'm full of sadness and other disease,
I bite my broken lips until the blood reaches my feet,
Others tells that I'm full of bad beats,
Only my cat is here to listen to me.

I jump into my crib and hiding from darkness,
Hiding from loud and angry emotions,
I jump into my fantasy to try not to “whine”,
With all my patience I try not to cry.

They broke the plates, some mugs and glass,
I hear a pitch voice and a voice with bass,
I hope the didn't broke my favorite plate,
With a character from Strawberry cake.

After all the fights they think I hate them,
My mother is crying as my father always did,
The thing is that now I hate myself,
If I died everything would be better than this.