Life is a kind of suicide
I tried to kill myself
I tried to get away
Light and shy
Is the most scary sight
And smelly lies
I tried to hurt you bad
But I was crucified
I tried to run to you
But I hit the clouds
Flies and mice
Are your friends once again
And sluggish stars
Today is a kind of suicide
Look at my skin
It was scorched
I’m so giad to say that
Fly and slide is the best thing to do
And complain in the sky