Time.
Time is running out.
Time to die.
Why did I lie?
Why did I cry?
Not much time left.
I chose right instead of left.
I chose truth instead of theft.
At least I told the truth.
Not much time left of my youth.
I have nothing to lose.
Made too many mistakes in my life.
Now I'm holding my knife.
Into the sea of blood, I dive.
I chose this path on my own.
Better to die than to be alone.
Too many mistakes I have made.
Too many lies I have known.
