Am I destined to suffer alone? 
Was I created for sorrow? 
Was I born to grieve? 
I don't want to leave. 
If you can't ease the burning pain, 
You watch from the window, 
Yet you don't know why I hide pain 
Like a blue tear under the umbrella. 

Life is full of bruises; 
I scream in silence as the casket's lid is closed. 
I scream to escape the demon's shadow on the wall, 
Eyes wide open with the demons in my head. 
I want to spread my wings like an owl at night 
And embrace the pain, 
Then hide it like a blue tear under the umbrella.