What if "I" doesn't want "me" to live
Or "me" wants to kill "myself"
Then could I get out of this shelf
and what would I've to give
There should be a reason
why I'm still here
It might just be the season
That gives me nothing to cheer
Once in a lifetime
You'll have to die
That's for sure, so why
Why not máke your sun lose its shine
Pressure is evil, and nothing less
That's why I'm in this mess
Whenever pressure goes
I might reenjoy that the wind blows
Life, with that little shine
approaches cold, as white whine
It's taste makes me shiver
for it's like a river
but not a clean river, more like the Rhine
Life is bad
Life is scum
That's why I'm sad
Refusing more of it to come