I can't decide whether I should live or die;
I can't live as this lie.
Not making people happy,
Instead making myself dappy.
The sickness in my heart it spreads
All this badness goes to my head
I'm not a bad guy
I just don't want to live this lie.
The truth comes down that we're doomed
I just can't stand this gloom
The thing that we call living
But instead we're all just giving
Our time and that's all fading.
I'm sorry, but I've been belaying
The inevitable decaying
That I should have sought so long ago.
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