He was tired of life...

     

     He was tired of the life

     He was tired of hatred and love.

     

     He was tired of getting home

     And spending his evening alone.

     

     He was tired of studying hard

     And his heart was tearing apart.

     

     And he wanted to go away

     From this world for one night or day.

     

     He was looking for a special thing

     That could make him not to think.

     

     He just wanted to feel fine -

     He decided to get high.

     

     So he changed his life full of stress

     To a full of seduction death.

     

     He bought white and crystal cocaine

     And then sold to it his tired brain.

     

     And the night seemed to be blessed

     He felt wonderful. He was the best.

     

     In the morning the sky was red

     When he fell asleep on the bed.

     

     He woke up and he felt pain

     The sky wasn't red - it was gray.

     

     He touched a cold floor with his aching feet

     He put on the clothes and went down the street.

     

     He felt tired again, when he walked in the rain,

     Looking for the man who had more cocaine.