I can't stand this smell anymore
I can't stand this sound anymore
There are days when I want to die too
There are days when I ask myself: What happened?

You seem fine
But I just want to vomit
You call this love
And I'm more to blame than you

This love was born dead
Like rejected and aborted children
And I don't want to die like this
(I don't want to live like this)

I want to die happy
I want to live free
I want to live happy
I want to die free

The more time passes
The worse it gets
The more we preserve it
The more it spoils
What's the point of fighting for this life?
I prefer death over that