Life, life, life
What is life?
Is it bundle of pain
Or it is the hell;
Thinking about it
Now I've been like a shit;
Shit that is without any smells
And there is no water around to flush them;
Collecting the regrets
It has been one of my favorite hobbies;
I've got thousand of regrets
Which I keep inside as my secrets;
Living life like a slave
One day it will make my rape;
I've been the corpse
Which have no soul;
Waiting for the better day
I have wasted all my wonderful days;
Hoping everything will be right
And dark day will change into bright;
Now I've been completely so tired
Therefore, to get good life
all I have to do just one good suicide
