She is wearily miserable, brutal pain
She never resist being quite insane
Cruel attitude, false gratitude
She lied to herself, and she kept lying
Sarah is her name, Sarah is full of shame
She couldn't contain happiness because of the weariness
She fears joy, she laughs over herself, Sarah had a life, but she couldn't survive
She heavily smokes, waiting for destiny, to take the first move, and eliminate her misery
She stood up naked, facing her old mirror to stare, lightening up a cigarette, tearing down her hair
Her life is unfair, the life she cannot bear
She screamed and broke the mirror, she threw the ashtray
She saw her face shattered into pieces, she exhaled, ignoring her gory feet.
She erected her head, she still bleed. Cracked lips and a horrible breathe
History full of mess without an ounce of a bliss
Great self-sacrifice shook her life, like the rattle of cups about to smash
Everything goes to crash, failed attempt to fight back
Surrender lures, death seduce, righteous decision that nothing to lose
Sadness rules due to the misery she choose
Death is closer, always been closer
Grim smile upon her haggard face
And a tear of disgrace
A hanged rope dangles from the ceiling, emotionless heart killing her feeling
A rope around her neck, she was welling, on a wooden chair, she was standing
Another tear drop held a meaning
A sudden movement and a frightening silence
Was the end of her evening