Testo di Distress

I need to confess My life is a mess I'm tired of this stress That I can't suppress Need eternal rest Wish words would cut less It's been some years I haven't touched grass I'll cut my wrist with a glass That bitch only swears I'm not good enough 'till I'm the best Aside all fake promises My relieve is my death What the fuck is this path? The sorrow field is so vast I wanna smoke cigarettes In this life I'm just a guest 'Cause time goes by really fast I'm tired of distress I hope it won't last I don't want forgiveness So fuck the rest