Oliver Zajac
Drug Session of a Depressive Guy
Life is not easy, life is so hard
It doesn’t let me do what I want
Life is like scissors, it teared us apart
I’d like to return, but now I can’t
Why is life demanding so much out of me
That I’ll never manage even if I try
And why is freedom not simply for free
Why am I a slave till the day I die
Why am I a stranger in my own walls
When I am lonely on all my ways
Are you gonna cry when I’m the one that falls,
Will you bury me on the last of my days ?
And will you scream by the time I’m gone
Will you wipe up my face and clean up my knife
When you realise that I was the one
What’s going to happen to your own life ?
When you are standing next to my grave
And the Priest in front prays for my crimes
What would you say, how will you behave ?
Do you think about killing yourself sometimes ?
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Published on e-Stories.org on 30.09.2005.
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