I WOULD CHOOSE HELL!
2a.m and sleep is still away,
Complete darkness with a single white ray,
Foggy pics of the past,
Promises that no more last,
Holding hands is no more fun,
Neither is playing under the sun.
For people I grew not for myself,
Expectations and hope make me weak,
Its like being in an unknown land and noone to help,
Like screaming from a mountain peak.
I am believed to be a free spirit in a dome,
And peace can't even be expected in a place called home.
Innocense lost, so is happiness,
Hearts broken, everywhere sadness,
Can't handle it anymore,
But smoke and alcohol are not the solutions for me,
Nor is praying to god on my knee,
And if today I am asked to choose,
HEAVEN or HELL without having anything to lose,
My answer will be hell,
'Cz I know it will be much closer to the world I live in with nothing well...
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