By the words of the poet

It was a poet who wrote my life
He put so much pain inside
I can´t standing alive
Fighting for a belief,
Something to draw my life
I try to escape but the words hanging me there

Design by a poet, this is how I feel
About this world, standing here alone.

It was a poet who wrote my life
All his emptyness reflected in me
I don´t need more suffering
Learned to lose and cry
This is all my fucking life
Trying to escape but the words hanging me there

Design by his words, this is how I feel
About this world, standing here alone
Leaving this life all by my own
Tired of this fucking world