You ain't the blood,
but I have you in my veins.
You're not my cup,
but I drank the tea, anyway.

Camus says "there's no sense in living,
And you should keep your eyes wide open"
But I'll devote my life to writing
and people, beautifully broken.

I was impressed by your coldness,
and your sick little jokes.
I told devil about you.
he went out for a smoke.

Born in a cyber age
of this global disruption,
"What's your hobby?", - you'll ask.
I'll reply:
"Self-destruction."

And if you shoot me in the heart
And in my blood I'll lie, I'll lie,
Then even there I'll find my art:
"It's such a pretty way to die!"

I'm so tired of this endless
                                                       duel
that is tearing my soul apart
And that's how I know -
God is                                           cruel
for He gave me                              a heart
in a world full of                       eyes

Sometimes it seems like my heart is rotten,
it can't feel anything but the pain,
and I can't touch it, 'cause wounds are open...
I am my calm and my hurricane.

Sometimes I think I've concurred the monster.
But then, again, the image starts clouding.
They say human body is 60% water...
Well, that explains why it feels like I'm drowning.

I've learned one truth the hardest way,
It's harsh, I will admit:
Good girls, they never go to Hell,
They live in it.

I like the poison that I drink.
I'm guilty of a million lines.
It ain't my fault my blood is ink
and I was cut too many times...

The reason of my
endless sadness
And why my soul's
worn to the bone -
'Cause
all I loved, I loved so reckless,
'Cause
all I loved, I loved alone...

When You read through the lines,
And wipe off all the magic,
You will know -

just like life,
Love's supposed to be tragic.

Maybe I like putting things on fire.
Maybe that's the way I am.
Maybe I've always been a liar
saying I don't give a ****.
Maybe your eyes are my torment,
maybe I can't commit.
Maybe my mind is a storm, and
maybe it can't be fixed...

You said we're gonna be just fine,
And fooled me once again

I took a knife you've stabbed me with
and killed a million men.
Amen.

Nobody cried. Nobody cared.
A couple of eyes were in despair.
And on the tombstone, it was inscribed:
"Committed social suicide".

And when I'm gone,
Cremate my soul,
Mix my ashes with *******,
So for once,
in this lifetime,
I'll be better than Cobain.