What will be left
When i'll be dead
Just excuses
And regret
Just a body
With a broken neck
With a bullet
In my head
Just gossips
Parts of stories
Constant lies
Constant promises
Nothing lasts long
Like my dirty life
I just wonder
Why i'm still alive
I just need somthing good
Left behind
Promise you will cry
When my time comes to die
What will be left
When i'll be dead
Just a rubbish
That i've said
Part of happiness
Which is not enough
Empty kisses
And a bit of love
Beautiful dreams
Unachieved goals
I remember
I had those
Endless questions
With no answers
Forgotten hopes
And chances