Babys cry,
Angel lie,
My mother is drunk,
My father high,
My brother quiet,
I'm starting an inner riot,
I hope I rot when I die
,alot.
Children cried,
Angels flied,
I really tried,
But I died.
I hope that I rot alot and go to death,
My sister goes blind and my mother deaf,
When I am dying today,
then I am flying today.
If I won't then my mother will go drunk, my father go high and my brother will cry.
My phobias go wild and my body get shattered twice.
I'm sorry,
I'm sad... don't worry.
Because tomorrow is another day... a day more full of pain.
I'm sorry,
I'm just sad...please worry.