I have life for sale, I bought it from blackmarket
It's bit shaggy and not in fit, but it's still usefull.
It's not dazzling or shimering, I hate those words
don't ever use them if I'm around.
Well this life cost about 5 bucks, and yes I was broke,
there were better ones in offer, but I didn't want them, oh no.
This life was stolen from me and that's the reason why I bought it
back from the blackmarket. It's my life.
You may wonder if there's something wrong with it
but no, it's usefull like I said. So why am I selling it?
Because I will die anyway. What am I doing with life
which I can't live forever and eternity?
Why should I celebrate this deal, it's not a big thing
I've been selling lifes before and it makes me just cynical.
It's very pessimistic thing to do, no happy soul would do this,
I'm very pessimistic as you can see, I'm very pessimistic as you can see.
You know, with young lives you can go anywhere.
So buy this young life and you can do anything.
I'm not using it because I don't want it, it has no use for me
You can wonder if there's something wrong with it
but no, it's usefull like I said. So why am I selling it?
I don't need it, because the one I love doesn't love me anymore.
I don't need it, because darkness has filled my veins, replaced my blood.
It doesn't matter how much things will change,
they won't change enough, not the way I want.
It doesn't matter how much you pay, just put in my account
the bank knows what to do.
I give this picture and this necklace, Give the necklace to
the one in the picture, Could you do it for me? x?