Life used to be full of light
Miss those best childhood years
Now it just feels empty drought
longing for the end of tears

My heart says am sorry buddy
I am tired having your back
On the verge of a hard attack
crack the code or do it by hack

The unbearable inexistence of success
and lost the meaning of hopes
my so called creative mind
is now only capable of imagining ropes

This craving eagerness for death
Haunting me in every...