So say that we know ourselves better than others do…

But I don’t seem to know myself at all

Am I a sickening bastard that people can’t wait to slaughter?

Or am I a mad beast that friends can’t wait to get rid off?

Somehow or rather, I feel that I am a burden to everyone

I supposed no one want to be with me

Getting all touchy whenever I am around…

Je pense que je suis un diable yeux dans mes amis des'

I hope all these is only what I fear
and not a solitary truth that I dare not face