Inner cry.

Baby, I feel so f*cking bad.
It must be hard to understand.
It ain't got non' to do with you.
I can't explain - that's really true.

I'm lost and never to be found,
I'm living through a dirty cloud,
Nowhere to go, no light to see,
And no way to being free.

Imprisoned inside of my mind -
You ever heard of such a kind?
I can't escape the prison cell,
It's like I'm dead and trapped in hell.

In God I trust, but little hope:
It's being ruined by some dope.
I feel as if deep in my heart
I finished life before its start.

No longer living, not yet dead,
I'm drinking water, eating bread.
My soul is tired of silent cry -
I think it's better if I die.