The questions I couldn't answer
They don't seem to matter
I have looked for friends
But for reality, it depends
It depends if reality wants that
Depending on what fate has for me
Whatever is planned then that's that
My will? It will never be free
I turned reality into horror
with my own crimes
I didn't know what for
I've committed a thousand times
I've always wanted to let go of my life
"What's so great about my life?"
It was a question I couldn't bare
So I space out and to the ceiling, I stare
I never believed in happiness
without any fears
My whole life I've lived in sadness
wasting my tears
I'm a terrible person, a horrifying mess
I can't bare to hate myself less
I've sinned again and again and prayed
desperately asking.. "Can I still be saved?"
