The sun sets on the alleyway

My memories are just a haze -
A humble life on alleyway
Between the bars, boutiques, cafes,
Each day as good as any day.

I stand alone in purple mist.
Without my love the colors dim.
He doesn't know how much he's missed,
That every song's about him.

I'm wishing for a heart attack.
What God shall give, he shall take back.
I bid my bet and hold my breath,
The highest bidder is the death.

My life on screen and in reverse.
A heavy weight inside my chest.
I think I am worst of the worst,
Therefore I act like I'm the best.

A crowbar has no match in fight
Except, perhaps, as I can tell,
Another crowbar is alright,
When you take guns with you as well.

The glory, riches and the dreams
Are promised to us, as it seems...
But for the ones who don't belive
The only promise is the grief.

TV has told me how to feel
But I do know that it's not real.
As I was raised on complex books,
I can't be fooled, I know the truth.

I thought it's fun, but now I hide -
I drink and I wish to forget
The person I've become inside,
The loneliness and the regret.

And alcohol - disgusting taste,
But then again, it works for me.
I hide my mind, I hide my face,
Cause I can feel infinity.

I drink and I wish to forget
The person I've become inside.
I'd rather die than love again,
I'd rather die than come alive.

With people living like they're ghosts
In alleyways and boulevards...
They look to me as old graveyards.
A promised land that never was.

We never ever had a chance.
My faith in God has left me once
A suicidal crying mess -
Don't tell me that it was a test.

As being suicidal left
Me with no trust, no faith, no God.
I bid my bet and hold my breath,
While choking on my own cold blood.

Apartment blocks will fall like cards
Under the light of dying stars.
And all I've wished for was a hand
To hold as we will meet the end.

I rest my case, I let you go,
And at the very least I know -
There's no more need to tear apart,
Rip out my aching soul and heart
With every second on the clock...
No need to cry, no need to talk.

The sky - another shade of blue.
World, as we know it, fades away.
We will not live to see it through,
The sun sets on the alleyway.