I'm tired of living life
And you say I can find a fighter in myself
And that I'll walk it out just like that
But I won't
And I won't rise up again
I won't rise up a thousand times again for living life
Did you know the silent silence is too quiet,
And feels like dying?
And probably it's just me,
But death and silence are so beautiful...
One you can see everywhere
And the other you'll never listen to it.
Only fools are in such a rush for knowing it, they say;
But I can't help asking
-Shall I stay here?
_But what's here?
-You don't even know it, do you?
Have you forgot me? Have you forgot who I am?
They answer with a "of course not" like it was obvious, but they are so wrong
Feels like hell to me
