You have dramatized your life so much that you are trapped within its tragedy
You cannot see clearly what you’ve done your life is seen as a rhapsody
I feel for you and your miserable life
I see every day you struggling against strife
But no, you say it’s not how it goes and I’m wrong, so wrong
But I see your life is a different song
One of pain, one of sorrow, one of violence will you live tomorrow?
Suicide and adultery, sex and drugs and treachery
This soap of yours I cannot live let me free from your movie script
Your life is a mess when it’s at its very best so please
Release me from your disease