To my mind I remain a slave
All I long for is the f*cking grave
I can't look in the mirror
Can't look myself in the face
Every day it becomes clear
I am a f*cking waste
Just when life gets easier something else knocks you down
Loose cannon
Lost and abandoned
One too many knives in my back
I don't want to die
But sometimes there's no control to find
That's life borderline