Your bed becomes the place you cry,
The place where all your bad thoughts lie.
Escape? there is none,
When life is close to being done.
Too bad there is no god,
An afterlife I could have bought.
And as my carcass rots,
Untie me from your conscious knots.
No need to cry or mourn,
A better human was just born.
He won't be sad or suicidal,
Hell, could even be an idol.
The world moves on, the people live.
Oh god, what I would give
To get this curse off me.
Outside my window I could see...
As ages pass and earth comes dead,
Not a penny would I bet,
That anyone recalls my name
And no one is to blame.
After all, your fate is just the same.