troubles gonna pass
you don't have to die
things gonna be alright
it seems alright
I will be ok
I will be alright
I want to die
I am alright
I don't want to die
this years has been
I don't know how to say
I don't know what to say
hopefully right
seems alright
but failure is our common sense for affairs
memories will kill the past
memories gonna kill them all
they will pass for sure
nothing last forever
not this, not like this, not as sad as this, no
I am no good guy
I am not satisfied at all
I am not a spy who can turn my eyes on your shy
I am just another shitty guy
I am just another nightmare
I am just another cliche who will end myself on suicide