I don't think there's any love left in me.
I don't have any compassion to give.
I'm not who you think I am. You don't see

the girl who has since lost her will to live.
There's no point in going on when I know
I don't have any compassion to give.

I put on a happy face just for show
when I'm really torn, and can only cry.
There's no point in going on when I know

I'm upset with no explanation why.
It's ridiculous, that's all I can feel.
When I'm really torn, and can only cry,

I doubt that my lively moments are real.
I have no aspirations, I lack dreams.
It's ridiculous, that's all I can feel.

I'm falling lost, nothing is as it seems.
I don't think there's any strength left in me.
I have no aspirations, I lack dreams.
I'm not who you think I am. You don't see.