I can't stand this smell anymore I can't stand this sound anymore There are days when I want to die too There are days when I ask myself: what happened? You seem fine But I just want to vomit You call this love And I'm more to blame than you This love was born dead Like rejected and aborted children And I don't want to die like this (I don't want to live like this) I want to die happy I want to live free I want to live happy I want to die free The more time passes The worse it gets The more we preserve it The more it spoils. What's the point of fighting for this life? I prefer death over that