Bad PCM

I don't talk about my problems Because my problems would still stay And I won't talk about my future I wouldn't know what I would say So I won't talk about my problems Or all the awful things I've seen Because these eyes look at the world So all I'll ever see, is Bad people, bad circumstance and oh Bad memories, bad memories Don't wanna think about the afterlife I fear eternity, And where it may leave me And it's hard to act so faithful When I am too naive, to even know what I believe So I won't talk about my problems Won't say a word when I bleed Because this blood comes from the world And the world will always be, full of Bad people, bad circumstance, and Bad memories, bad memories And I'm trying to get better But it always feels in vain, to let go of what I gained So don't ask about depression Or how I live with all my pain, because I am too ashamed So I won't talk about my problems And I wish people didn't meet me Because I come from the world So as long as I breathe, I'll be a A bad person, that causes Bad circumstance, and leaves Bad memories, bad memories