O-N-E. ONE.

To get charged with a crime never committed
To be blamed for faults never intended
To suffer from humiliation, mortification
Every day I ask myself for some justification
For you, that's too simple, basic, or normal
All in all, as they say, they are fundamental

I've got two eyes. One on the left. One on the right.
I see things with clarity and yours seem to be damaged badly
Of all the right things I did, good things I do
You seem not to mind any of those, and that's true
What you'd like me to be, what you choose to see
Are these grave flaws from deep within me

In this world we're living in, I get to see reality
Happiness isn't a right and I just can't be
My thoughts, my soul, and my rights, in all those sleepless nights
Suppressed, exploited, abused and my body is confined

As you can see, frailty cannot be in my vocabulary
For you, for them, and for everybody else
The me, myself, and I - absurdity personified
Emotions are dry, physical sensations deprived
And with torpid senses, well, I hide

As I walk alone, barefoot, and naked
My soul beneath it, surrounded by hatred
Questions cloud my head, should my volition be served
Or better yet conceal it than my soul be shattered

As filthy as dust, my existence to cease
I hope to be heard from my grave and be pleased
Standing alone, fighting on my own
Proving my worth, I'm gonna do from now on

When all is said and done
When the sun finally touches down
You and I both know
We're all human, not knowing what's for tomorrow

(Treat each other as ONE)