How a fiend would be.

Where did you take away my merits?
Where has my triumph gone?
Was I always so?
Or is this a way I am reborn?

In my own world, now I remain
Embracing all sort of distress and pain.
A gloom, austere to me
I am how a fiend would be.

Where did you take the me of me?
Where has my individuality gone?
Was I always so?
Or is this the way I am reborn?

In traumatic seclusion, now I remain
Where the rest of world seems to be insane.
A gloom, austere to me;
I am how a fiend would be.

Reinstate me.
Cause life is so desultory this way
Make me, me.
I am losing myself, getting fray.

Now, I be in gloom, austere to me;
I am how a fiend would be.