Viruses are meant to be deleted,
Vanished and erased,
Like me, I'm a virus
They thought I am treacherous
Maybe I need to be deleted,
Vanished and erased
In hell I will rot
And to be turned to ashes without a second thought
This might be my end
Though i dont have someone to be worried like a friend
Nor a family to weep and cry
For my solution to my problems is to die.
