With a peg of whiskey at night,
A burning ciggarette in between my fingers,Puffing away the dark smoke clouds,
With only few tablets left,
I wept,
What more can I do, To make my pain go away.
What more can I do, To make my pain go away.
A knife, a blade, All on my desk,
Where my strength gone,That I can't cut myself,To lose all the tears away.
Am I on high,
This whiskey can't help me,
Nor this joint of Grass can help me.
I am on high,With the taste of my tears,
And the pain that is creeping inside me.
I will soon start to lose myself,Will fell down to the depth of darkness,
I will go crazy and insane,
I will curse myself so much,
Even the Devil will become my Sage.I ask whole world to hate me despise me,Because I love none,
Or pray me as your evil,And beg me to stay forever.
I know none,
I am the culprit,
Over whom you passed sentence,
Now just let me know,
When will those axe in your hand,
Will cut my neck.
So please tell me yourself,How should I kill myself.
For whole world to see,
No sympathy please,All I want is a Nightmarish bloodshed for myself.
That even a Saint will curse my soul,Death even will not give me any rest.
Give me pain, more pain,
Hurt me like never beforeTreat me as I am your nightmare,And hate me much more than am worthy of.
But then after all this,
Just sentence me death,That all my pain will die,
That tears won't flow anymore,
That I can't live like this,
All crazy and Insane.
That I can't live like this
A life WITHOUT you.
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