I sit here in my corner thinking...
Why does everything have to be..
As my life starts sinking..
What is happening to me..
I wish I wasn't here...
I wish I was dead..
My life is anything but clear..
I lay here on my bed..
What would it be like to die?
I think..
By Poison...
My life was nothing but a lie.
To take my last drink..
As I lay there My life passing by..
I wonder was it worth it..
To die..
