Pentagram
Because I Made It
As I look up life’s long lonely tracks
I’ve realized there is no turning back
The glimmers of the hopes I had have faded
No peace now it is true because I’ve made it

My fantasies are gone all things have stopped
Engulfed or just confused no cold or hot
The love I’ve had for life has badly faded
In brightness or in dark, I’ve turned to shaded
The spark of life is gone because I’ve made it
No peace now it is true because I’ve made it
The story meets the end of how I hate it

No peace now this is true
No time for me and you
The colors all turn blue
Oh how I hate it

My limits overdue
And now it’s come true
The pain is almost through
Because I made it

I hate it
Now I’ve made it
I hate it
I’ve made it