When I question life, answer is death.

Sometimes turning right it’s like turning left.

Why my hands are filled with pills and portion?

Rope hanging on tree, there is devil in me.

I once deeply love there, hate overcomes all.

Death will conquer love, life and success.

Holy one do I really control my general life?

How long will I stare these lonely walls?

When you are in love in happy moods boom!

Hate and sadness hit right through the heart.

Full of tears boom! Someone hand you a tissue.

No matter what death it is near, sooner!

Breaking! Pain and grieves will be printed forever.

When I question death, answer is life.