A string of memories

I make mistakes, I am human, I am mundane
Isn't that enough reason to take?
I plea, I apologize, I know my limits
But why are we always looking for someone to blame?

I fake smiles, I misunderstand, I hold grudges
These are my flaws - everything that makes me imperfect
Everything in me seems so wrong, so foolish, so naive
Too young for serious reasons
No time to believe

It is as though everything in the world is so lose
Can't they feel, understand, and plea like I do?
Why is it always me that will have to?
It seems to me that everything in this world has its cost
Even happiness, satisfaction, or just a simple thought

I am just a human who is a friend of Pain
Too young for the world, too scarred to stand
I am only one being
A human - who will always be a friend of Pain.