Don't try to apologize to me for all the bad things you've done
Because the world doesn't need people like me to ruin the fun.
I don't deserve to have sympathy, love or peace
And the sky is black and evil and full of disease.
Shadows flicker against the streets without a care, Imitating spirits and souls that are no longer there.
When the last thing on my mind has lost its will to show, The only thing left in my mind is the blackness of a crow.
The words that appear on the page are shortly scribbled out
Nothing makes sense anymore and I'm filled with doubt.
Guilt and pain are the only things I hated
Nothing is appreciated.
