I'm standing on a stage,
A tilted stage.
I want to turn the page,
The fragile page.
But it's too far away,
So far away.

On one end, I'm by myself,
By myself.
This one, not good for my health,
Mental health.
The other is filled with wealth,
Happy wealth.

I run and run a bit I cannot,
I cannot.
Seem to reach the other end,
In earshot.
Now I sit, and I'm distraught.
Yes, distraught.

Sitting now, I'm filled with rage,
Firey rage.
In my room, just by myself,
By myself.
This was just a façade.
My façade.