Is it wrong that this feels new?
The nice, clean view,
The burden is off,
But at the same time, it won't let go of my shoulders.

It never lets me breathe,
But it won't let me die,
Cause they say I have a purpose,
That I'm not the one that controls the off switch.

But what's so special?
What's so new?
What's so rare?
I'm just like everyone else.

I'm just another hopeless case,
Another person on which your breathe wastes,
One that never wants to try,
One that never learns from their lies.