No one reads the ballad to myself,
Wrote on my lips, crying for help.
Eleven months and you're still gone,
Ask your God where I've went wrong.
Does he even listen for fuck's sake?
Has everything been a mere mistake?
Don't you hear me crying for mercy?
Should I believe he has cursed me?
My clock contains worthless digits,
This future doesn't give two shits.
The past is never going to return,
Being happy alone is hard to learn.
Suicide seems to be my motivation.
Should I live for such a sensation?
There is no life to find or desire,
My soul turns to ash in your fire.
Will I still suffer years from now?
If there is an escape show me how.
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