with permanent marker, I hope you see
them some day after my death so you
can understand something about my thoughts
on that dark night when I deprive my life
::
I'm a bad person, am I?
Everything what comes out of
my mouth hurts you somehow
Why am I such a bad person?
Why me, myself and I is not
enough to you?
What sense to live, if everything
I say or do hurt you every time?
I don't deserve the gift of life anymore
Well, I tell you the truth,
I never did
Goodbye my dear, don't you feel
bad about me and what I've done to myself,
I'm good now, I've reached the peace