I Choose Me Over Suicide
Late in the night
Echoes in my head
I wanna see the light
So deep I feel dead
I speak so loud but my voices are never heard
Tears running down my cheeks but are never seen
Shadow of myself
People know the perfect solution without being me
Walk in my shoes they say
I take them off coz life is a beach
Ropes suddenly feel like the perfect ornament
Drugs the perfect juice
Death can never be the perfect peace
Against the world but I’ve got me
Its a cold world I should get my mink
- Butosh
