Oliver Zajac

Drug Session of a Depressive Guy

Life is not easy, life is so hard
It doesnt let me do what I want
Life is like scissors, it teared us apart
Id like to return, but now I cant
 
Why is life demanding so much out of me
That Ill 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 Im the one that falls,
Will you bury me on the last of my days ?
 
And will you scream by the time Im gone
Will you wipe up my face and clean up my knife
When you realise that I was the one
Whats 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 09/30/2005.

 

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