No surprise, nothing new
Nothing horrible I haven’t heard before
     (yet just as)
Another brick on the wall,
     another second-hand scar
We peel away simultaneously,
     my friends and I.
Every scar is a stake - invisible
Every hurt makes me
     (hurt more)
     feel something
     (like envy)
     of a wound
Just another soul unlike me,
     another one gasping for breath
     without air
     (can I give you my air 
          to breathe?)
Just another one down.
I am a witness,
     dummy
     (undeserving)
     (undeserving)
Just another wretched disease,
     another fucking real human being
     (am I alive?)
     (how can I be real without this?)
     another feeling
     (I will MAKE myself feel it)
Just another one down.