Guilt, driving me insane, but who is to blame?
Life is just a game.
This I was told, only sixteen years old.

Why am I then crying?
Is it because we're all slowly dying?
Or is it the betrayal?
The stench of booze and ale on my breath, takes my mind one step closer to death.
But one thing I have to confess, my life is a total mess. You wouldn't guess.
If life is a journey, I sure took a wrong turn, and for this I will most likely burn.

I have earned the abuse, and my soul I will surely lose. Each word of you despise is like a hundred knives stabbed into my sides. I feel the pain, I feel that I am hurt, I am completely covered in guilt and dirt.

My life will end soon,
I seek remorse at the one and holy source.
I wish I could learn.
Why I always have to burn.
I see nothing but darkness now.
Of that I can vouch.
My last words in life will probably be...
Why cry?
I am only about to die.