Existence is pain
And i know that i'm not wrong
I didn't live enough to become a ghost

I still remember the taste of the beer in her lips
As i slowly die

The cigarette is done
Some friends are gone
And i didn't live enough to become a ghost

I got blood in my hands
And tears in my eyes

I have so many information in my mind
But i have an empty heart

Everyday i want to go
But i didn't live enough to become a ghost

Life is nothing without your friends
You will be loved and they will guard your back
But never trust anyone

You will leave without regrets when you look, behind your back
And see
That you made it through the skies, and never gave it up.