I need to confess
My life is a mess
I'm tired of this stress
That I can't suppress

Need eternal rest
Wish words would cut less
It's been some years I haven't touched grass
I'll cut my wrist with a glass

That bitch only swears
I'm not good enough 'till I'm the best
Aside all fake promises
My relieve is my death

What the fuck is this path?
The sorrow field is so vast
I wanna smoke cigarettes
In this life I'm just a guest

'Cause time goes by really fast
I'm tired of distress
I hope it won't last

I don't want forgiveness
So fuck the rest