It's useless to ignore this pain
When loneliness reminds me of it
It's useless to extract this pain
When the pain is hidden inside my brain
It's useless, it's useless
But I have a shotgun, and a date with my lonely chair
I'm not pessimist when I said it's all over for me
I am realistic, I am realistic
It's over, life shot me in the head
The walls are stained with blood and failure, just like my life
There is no remorsΠ΅
Whatever is next, it's bΠ΅tter than this ****ing curse
**** you, **** everyone
No more days, no more months
No more years, no more loneliness
No more pain, no more life