Now I want to kill myself
Not because I am depressed
Not because I am a loser
No
I no longer want to be present
Because of this world
I have lost hope in you
But not in the Lord
My presence is rejected
My life is hated
I just want to be loved
But the world does not want it so
So I would go for a stray bullet today
And meet you at the Heavenly gate
What is even worse
No one wished me a happy birthday
Neither did they get me a present
A lost tradition, obviously