My deepest thoughts are dead
Buried along the way
A voice inside me said:
“Forget that damn old day”.
I’m lying in my bed
I have nothing more to say
People think that I am mad
But I do intend to stay.
I breathe and thus I live
But my thoughts died before me
They are all I have to give
To those that came to see.
I don’t want to deceive
Nobody, but I agree
The things that I receive
Worth more than it worth to be.
