As my days pass, my time also ticks.
My expiration date is getting close.
Although the day I will not pick.
How I'll leave has already been chose.
I want to go as I doze.
I want to leave as I sleep.
I want to go without pain,
and leave without shame.
I'm living everyday hoping it's my last.
Maybe if it happens I can forget my past.
Maybe if I die I'll forget the pain.
Maybe if I'm dead they'll finally forget my name.
My past is the cause of it all.
My stupid mistakes, the reason of my fall.
