I remember the fall, when the crows were laughing. My life was made up of only regrets and all that prevented me from moving forward. I certainly got what I deserve, I can't escape anymore. The worst part of all this is that I will do it again, cynical and happy! I'm like that even if I don't brag about it.
I tried to change, I tried to cry but nothing helped. I remain this puppet glued to the capsizing of my emotions. So what should I do to escape? To find you up there, where you pity me. I can't rely on myself because my body only belongs to hate. Help me, I beg you, I have to find them one last time.
I'm a fallen man, I shouldn't be here when others had things to live for. I leave it up to you, my friend, my angel, my executioner! Take me one last time, not for me but for this world which will be much better without my words so cold.
