Suicidal Madness
I can't I tried I failed,
I seeked I found I lost,
I saw I said and sang
But still I cried my lungs,
The grave I made I dug
My soul I lost it dropped
Lame is I am done,
For I is rough and cut
One step is pain and plain
My thoughts are more and mute
They build they shout and crash
Is me my all is gone,
My sin is death my own
Is shame I brought my whole
For I is fine I fought
I lost I bled and smiled
To you my joy was fake
My all was wrong and squeezed
My death okay my fault.
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