Sittin' here
Writin' alone
No one is here to care for me
It's sad, it's dark, it's empty, it's cold
Nothin' to do
Feelin' weak
Seein' no sin
Wishin' to die
Never seen much of my boring live
Always fled
Having thoughts I wish to forget
Tellin' you the truth
You made a joke an lough
But I gonna cry
Havin' no courage to live on
Sayin' goodbye to you, to all my friends
Usin' the trigger of the gun in my hand