What the worth of life could be,
Isn't something for me to see.
My head is a kind of a black mess,
Always thinking of the death,
Something I must confess..
'Life is so beautiful!',yes, I see.
Some people don't have any problems,
Fine for them how life could be.
'Don't be sad, it's gonna be okay',
That's all the shit what they got to say.
But they can't think what's going on in my head,
Painfull memories, no future, only the death.
I try to throw my thoughts away,
But that's difficult to do, easy to say.