Here's another story, I've tried to avoid it
But, my life's not okay
The same routine as always
And I'm sick of all these days
A lot of work to do, the same boring people
I just want to run away
But everytime I try to
Tiredness makes me stay

Inside my head, I just can think about dying
Because these wicked days are slowly killing me
And no matter how hard I do my best at trying
There's no result

In my sky there's no stars, this stormy weather
Makes it rain all day
Does blue sky exists
Or it's just another tale?
My life is like a book
Where these chapters never ends
Until I burn them all
My pen is running out of ink
What can I do now?

If it wasn't me, who would write this story?
Full of drama or tragedies, without happy endings
And I'd like to end this, saying beautiful things
But I can't do that
I just have ink enough for writing you bye bye