Sitting in a dark corner,
Smoking down a cigarette,
I let my mind wander...
I think of all the regret.
A small voice echoes in my head.
"Your such a nice martyr...
What's the reason for all the tears you shed?
Once again you live by you fears."
As I let out a soft sigh,
My mind becomes clear...
I gave up my fight...
It won't get better in here.
Ashes falls on the ground
And I slowly get up.
No more bounds,
Nothing else for me to stop.
I lived my life with regrets.
I lived my life with fears.
Now is the time to forget,
All I was in those passed years.
I am not a martyr,
I won't take any more pity.
Life's not over...
It'll never be... |