A trip down to the lane. A trip down to the alley.

A trip down to the lane,
All I see are people chatting with a laugh.
A trip down to the alley,
All I see are people with sorrow faces.

I had been to the brightest place where happiness belongs,
But because of something I lack,
I slowly fell to the swirl of darkness,
Where light was swallowed by dark.

People always believe they are the saddest in the world,
I wonder who tells them that.
People always thinks their action doesn't matter to others,
I wonder if they have other person's point of view,

A trip down to the lane,
A trip down to the alley,
All I see are people chatting with a laugh.
All I see are people with sorrow faces.

I see holidays, happy families and brilliant peoples,
Where kind, love and honor lives.
I see stress, family abuse and untalented trash,
Where suffering, pain and cuts lives.

Please don't blame me for all those pricks,
That my coat of sharp spines gave.
You turned me into this,
When you had pushed too far.

But maybe just one changed,
for the world to change,
From a different point of view,
I see different things.

A trip down to the lane,
All I see are people with sorrow faces.
A trip down to the alley,
All I see are people chatting with a laugh.