Now it’s really up to me
To stay on this earth or to flea
All hopes all dreams are dead
Only to my death has life lead
I can assure you only one thing
I wasn’t the birth of lovers mating
Perhaps an oops or a reluctance
Or anger or frustration conductance
Whatever it was, I was reproduced
And started being raised, dazed, and confused
Each day a challenge each breath a suffocation
When will happiness or joy start with my convocation ?
A year and three, then four, and many
Kept passing by with misfortunes and bad lucks uncanny
Betrayal, abandonment, racism, discrimination
I was treated with all abomination
If I am the common factor, what should I believe?
So I chose contentment to love and to give up my sleeve
Whom should I punish, for me to live, or leave?
My existence and failure were all I could punish and achieve
Even that turned around to become lovers hate
I ended up in scolds and insults at any rate
So, the last time I tried to change my fate
With you, I gave it all I emptied my plate
Forgetting the outcome I have always seen
This time, I truly wished you wouldn’t be mean
Only to come back to end it all in vain
I lost all my marbles and ended up insane
I longed for your truth in love; perhaps you give in
You did, you became the last nail in my coffin
So now I am ready to die
Will leave soon, not one goodbye
Life 