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The only way.
I'm laying here on my bed,
staring at my ceiling,
you would see me nothing,
but I'm really doing something,
I'm staring, watching, analyzing my ceiling
looking at all the bloody fingerprints...
the bloody handprints,
and all I can think is...
"why?"
Why did I do this?
Why did it turn out this way?
Why is this my destiny?
Why did I have to live with this fate?
Why?!
So I'm laying here on my bed,
staring at my ceiling,
with a gun in hand,
you didn't hear a bang,
cause you left me all alone,
but this was for the best,
we all know this for sure,
I had an empty existance,
no purpose for living,
I did no good,
I only hurt,
I only lied,
I only decived,
I didn't deserve my friends,
I didn't want my family,
I didn't want to hurt anyone,
but I did, without a second thought
I hurt the people I cared about,
I was a bad friend,
I was a bad person
and it was all against my will,
there was nothing I could do about it,
they gave me only one way out,
one way to stop hurting my friends...
one way to end my pain and suffering...
one way to end it all...
DEATH....
The only option they gave me was death...
I gave into them...
and took my life...
I solved the world of my existance...
So, I'm laying on my bed,
staring at my ceiling,
soaked in my own blood,
and now...
I'm dead...
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Chales como me gustaria saber ingles...:crying:
