I Curse The Day I Was Born

From the beginning to the end. It's a torture that never ends. I curse the day I was born. My frame of mind is on the ground. I'm in a bad condition. I curse the day I was born. Trashed and on the ground. Breathing is already a must for me. Not a long time ago I thought I was something special. Never would have dirty hands. I wasn't born as an individual I was born to fit in this system. I curse the day I was born. From the beginning to the end. It's a torture that never ends. I curse the day I was born. Not a long time ago I thought I was something special.