How far down to the bottom will I reach?
I thought I made it, but everything still sinks.
Will I make it out, or is this just my luck?
I live each day, knowing I messed it all up.
Can I reach a point, where things will go away?
Or is all of this normal, if so why should I stay?
Just say f*ck it all, and put it to an end.
If I live another day, is it worth all this again?
If so, I just keep it, all to myself.
Why make others suffer from all my life’s hell?
Nobody deserves to live with my sorrow.
Trust me, you will see the difference tomorrow.
When I’m gone all will notice, things are better again.
I messed them all up, from beginning to the end.