Ya feeling like ya life is dying out like a simple fire,
This feeling happens to everyone on a certain day,
They feel like their bones are weak and their minds are flat like a tire,
They look to the sky, and wonder what they will have to pay,
To live happy what they must do and who do they have to hire,
They never want the pain to be the same as yesterday,
They look for ways to end it consulting in a gun or some wire,
They find you strung up, they cry, they soon forget long before they pray.