You don't know the real me yet. I'm not asking you to understand me. I just want you to just look at me until the sun comes up. Something in me creates a desire to doom. It's not that I'm unhappy with my life. But there's something more stimulating, isn't there? Give me more. Do I look like the devil? Let me do whatever I want. Comfort me in my loneliness. I don't know anything about your past. Maybe it's less sad if you don't ask. I'm not as strong as you. And I'm sure the future will be just the same. I want you to save me from the lies, I don't want to hide anymore because I want a new day, so support me as I scream. Something in me is trying to be saved, and it may only be for a short time. You reach out your hand gently, saying it's okay. You don't know the real me yet. I'm not asking you to understand me. I just want you to just look at me until the sun comes up. Comfort me in my loneliness.