My torch went out among the stars.
I've tried over and over again to be evil... but I can't.
That's my curse, my curse since birth.

I loved them, but they left me. I hated them, but they made fun of me. I broke their hearts, but they didn't care.
I was always teased as a child, and I was always lonely.

My loneliness precedes my suicide, and my depression limits me before it hinders me.
Satan's weapon is my fear, and his whispers will destroy me.
Is there no way to die in peace?

Why was I born? Wasn't this world enough for all these people, all these mentally ill and homeless people?

Can a human being change his nature? Just as the moon turns into twilight... its color changes, but it remains a moon.
As for me, I can't even be Twilight.

Isn't it easier to be evil than to be good?
Why is it hard for me?

I want revenge... I want to scream... I want to get out what's been bottled up inside me.
I want to make the world feel my own world...my dark and gloomy world.

My flame that once burned among the stars... has gone out.
And I went out with her.
They stole my torch, they stole it from me... and left my curse.