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?