Basement
Sometimes I feel as if, I am, a Casanova,
No one will love, so why don’t you kill me?
Sometimes I feel like I, am Romeo, rejected,
By his Juliet. So what do I have to live for?
And where’s the knife that I do seek?
And where’s the gun to stop me,
Weeping?
Sometimes I feel like my life,
Isn’t worth living anymore,
Why?
Why should I bother?
And where’s the knife that I do seek?
And where’s the gun to stop me,
Weeping?
