Just another.

Syringe, drugs, doctor and doctor, blood vessels, what again?
Want the rope to be my last thing?
I laugh hard, always say 'I am doing well'
While out there, their eyes slightly drag me to hell.
I do sorry, sorry for lived in your life, guilty human-being.
Yes, I am a troublemaker.
Like what you called me everyday
'A student with a lot of problems'
Just keep it in your mouth.
That's i am.
I destroy, i bother the teacher, as well your mood-wrecker.
Rather than blaming, would you just pulling that trigger?
Set me like your butler, throw me into the fire.
Imma born suffer, just let me be me.

Moonlight comes, i start kneeling down with these burned legs.
My mouth shivers, my hand trembles.
Tears pray, and heart just killed myself, again.