When everything is unfairly done
And life turns out to pinch your face.
When all patience is almost gone
And your soul hardly stays.
This is the points of change
Of something better that was before.
Life is unrepeateaby strange
You fight and pain becomes only more.
As if you whole are inside mess
Where life checks you one more time.
Feelings are becoming less,
The point of commiting crime.
Mediocrity absorbed almost everyone
Where this is considered to be fun.
Life is almost done,
Time to kill with gun.