Attick

My brains are rotting in my room
The cealing is getting closer and closer
The feeling of my life being over
Breathing was getting harder and harder
The thought will leave my internal system
But my mind will try to spit some wisdom
My blood is drained drop by drop
In the end i will be just a piece of scum
When will it end
The voicless tear
When will it end
Im sorry to hear
When will it end
Im sorry dear
Will it end will it end
Why me why me
Not me not me
Why me not me
My body is starting to decompose
My bed is full of lumps and crumps
I crave this moment of nothingness
I feel stuck in this satire madnes
I drag whats left of my rotten body
The tub is filling up more and more
I can't see myself through the fogged mirror
I feel the numbing on my trench fingers
When will it end
The voicless tear
When will it end
Im sorry to hear
When will it end
Im sorry dear
Will it end will it end
Why me why me
Not me not me
Why me not me



Credits
Writer(s): Adriana María San Martin, Gabriela Borrell, María Alejandra Ruiz-ayucar
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