swen

Shall I take the train
Or rather cut my vein
I could just take those pills
It is the whish that kills

Whats the point in trying
When all my hopes are dying
Ill never have the slightest chance
To join the peoples joyful dance

All around theres happy chatter
And even I sometimes get better
But when Im bold enough to join
Im always stabbed inside my groin

This time I wont rise from my grave
Too long Ive been my bodys slave