Unjust (Ashes To Ashes) Poem by Balint Nagy

Here I am, lying on a leather couch
Here I am; from cheap liqueur I'm drunk, alone

You don't know what I'm feeling
Deep inside I'm screaming
As memories keep fading
It's the perfect time for leaving

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Somehow my fate is always unjust
I'm drowning in misery
Still not the man I wanted to be
Wondering if I'll ever forgive to me

Here I am only see these silhouettes
Here I am smoke the day's last cigarette

You don't know what I'm feeling
Deep inside I'm screaming
As memories keep fading
It's the perfect time for leaving

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Somehow my fate is always unjust
I'm drowning in misery
Still not the man I wanted to be
Wondering if I'll ever forgive to me

It's tearing me to pieces
Tearing me apart
Tearing me to pieces
Tearing me apart

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Somehow my fate is always unjust
I'm drowning in misery
Still not the man I wanted to be
Wondering if I'll ever forgive to me