‪I tried existing truthfully;‬
I made one and a thousand mistakes
Some of them alike white lies,
Yet most of them are tragic.

I asked for forgiveness, I beg.
I lay down on my knees ahead
My heart, I heard— screaming, praying
Devouring for merciful hands.

To seek the face of God,
I no longer wanted to suffer for
They see me brave, but nothing of a dolor
And I ask Him, hear me out once more

In the midst of midnight confusion,
I no longer wanted to fight anymore;
I wanted to end the pain in galore—
And for people to find my name buried in store.