I think this is my last day, my last night
my last hour, before I turn off the light
I've gone too far, can't come back
there is no return, life is on wrong track
I fear the survival, I ain't got any reason
life without you, is like living in a prison
I tear up my scars, stop my wounds from healing
could I die this moment, and help myself in killing
I try, but I can't get off this feeling
I find myself hung, when I look up the ceiling
