Message of dead soul {послание мертвой души}
At the end of the day,
Writing down things i could simply say.
Hoping the day I'll disappear,
People'll get to know,
That my gloom was out of fear.
Cuz, my feelings're high, emotions in low,
And none of trait is what i meant.
You said you read it on my face.
I'm so full of anger to pretend,
Like we're stuck in some kind of race,
Which has a trophy at its end.
p.s. обещаю перевести на русский однажды, ибо название на русском импонирует мне больше, берет за душу глубже.