Eternal night without any stars
Always clouds and fog in my head
Life seemed useless and as my sheets turn red
I know that I will soon be dead.
I thought it over, again and again
But since there's always clouds in my head
I didn't know what to do anymore
But now I know, soon I'll be dead.
Everything seemed wrong, nothing was right
So evetually I took out a knife
Slashed my wrists, and as my sheets go red
I know that I will soon be dead.
The gushing blood seems like a liberation
Finally free from all the doubt and pain
My sheets are red, I'm nearly dead
Maybe now I can live again...