I am staring on the door -
No one is [bad word] to
My place anymore.
Sparkling pictures of those days
Are dusty and forsaken
Among the empty space.

I'm tired of silence.
My every step,
Every breath I take
I’m losing faith.
I'm sick of this violence:
In this evil world
All that I'm fighting
For I'm giving up.

I've never thought It'd be so cold,
It never seemed I'd hate this world,
And it's people dull and cool.
I've never had a perfect life,
But never guessed I [bad word] 
With these wicked [bad word] rules.

Good memories I had
Have left me like a traitors,
And now I'm really sad.
What is this I can't explain:
My heart was full of mercy,
And now it's full of pain.