Envy the Dead

ENVY THE DEAD
Cold Sun

Future is dim
I cannot win
Every day
Another reason to hate

Everybody
Nothing but fake
Happiness
Does not exist

There is no light
For you at the end
Of this life
Submit: give in

I try everyday to push on with this life
To overcome this darkness inside
Look towards the end, and I envy the dead
So I'll suffer on, until my bitter end

Giving in