Message To My Life

Hello, my life, how are you?

Hope you’re fine with the things you do

For making me suffer from every breath

Falling into nightmares and waking with a crack

How you can watch him beating me to blood

You know, I think I’m the one here who’s mad

Maybe here are stupid rhymes

But life has no ones, as it finds

I’m forced to share my bed with his filth

Do you guess where’s the real guilt?

It’s you, you! – he’s repeating again