SUICIDE
originally written last January 17, 2005
I wake up in the morning
Someone welcomed this new day
A big headache, a bag of problems
Problems unbearable, no solution
i went on my day
trying my best all the way
but still I’m useless
there’s no solution
There’s no solution
With all of these problems
And i can’t take it anymore
there’s no solution
With these frustrations
And I can’t hold on anymore
No solution, SUICIDE!
I’m driving fast, no rules
bumping every car and next explode
Make this beating pulse stop,stop,stop
and bleed, FOUNTAIN OF RED!
I went on my life
trying to cut it by the way
But still I’m useless
There’s no solution…
SUICIDE!
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