If I’d be worried

I feel so bad, it makes me wonder –
Does it worth to play this game?
Is it better to surrender, put down hands,
Forget your name?

Another glass drunk in the silence,
And silly thoughts about the same –
How it was cool, how I was blind.
And how it’s bad to live today.

I will kill myself somewhere.
I’ll hang myself on apple tree.
I will write on bark with knife how
I’ve lost the best of dreams.

I’ve got these crows surrounding body,
But not tomorrow, here and now.
Already dead. Already sorry.
Sorry about what I’ve done.

I have no chance to retell story,
To sing this song another time.
Sometimes I wonder: can my worry
Save something good in this sad life?

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