Bored with the world, the hollow laughter and broken promises, I am thinking of leaving at once from this premises. Now standing on a chair with a noose around my neck, With a clear notion that I have to die, but what the heck? Leave me alone you noise mongers; I need isolation, Peace is what I seek; silence is my kind of salvation. I need no advice, it bores me to death You sensed the irony; i smell it in your cold breath. Fret no more; I shall not disturb you anymore, Once and for all I shall settle the score The world shall remain and memories will stay, Oh, I almost forgot to kick the chair away...............