People that making you crying making you givin up all of this shit They giving you pain and making you weak They keep hurting you until you get sick And that sickness able to lead you to death No one can hear when this is your last breath You go and get knife and cutting your flesh This isn't a demo, or trial or a test All of our story has a sorrowful end No matter how it shouldve be ended Either you living in pain or insane? Who on your side? God or Satan? Probably one sorrow day someone will said "You will be missed" and they all feeling sad You're feeling curious and start wondering why And you saw yourself lying in beautiful casket All you need to do dont give a fuck do not give a fuck to something fake someting fake that couldn't make you fine if it couldn't make you fine will make you dead Something that has awake me up and it tells me try to not give up Commit suicide is not a choice Let us all stand up and we rejoice