I’ll hit my head still I’m not dead! Please stop my hands I can’t do that
I paid poison is great I’m losing my life My eyes, don’t look inside They are full of the hope But there’s not a sympathy I can stand suffering and blood That’s my offering to God I’m humble you are the best But your upbringing razes my laugh
My skin is blue I’m not like you Hole in my head there’s one or two
Please give me the gun, give me the shells I’ll write a note that I shot myself Please don’t let them to know That it was a fucken show I don’t want that someone was Filling the guilt because of I’m chork My life is shit it’s like a book Written by psych that was the God
I’m on the floor by legs to a door Go away my soul I’m not man more
Please don’t let them to know, to fill it’s a show Shown to deceive my friends and my parents too Shown to explain that my death wasn’t bad I’ve shot myself but not broke my head by hands