Can I hate myself for what I am?
Or hate my mother that I was born?
How can you grouch about your life

If you've never seen the world through my eyes?

Will you save my life?

Will you end my despair and stop my suffering?
Can you save my life?
I'm too young to die


I lay in my room day by day
Everyday the same but I don't complain

But there's some people who will decide:
Will I live or must I die?