Finding comfort in the pain
All we had has gone down the drain.
Out of the ordinary to discover my identity in this rain
Tonight I will hit the right vein.
Razors and Nooses
I am done with excuses.
I'm ready to leave, here is my ride
Lord knows how much I have cried.
Let this sorrow be your guide
Baby, I have already died.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem