From hell with love

Sad day, my friend, The day I find myself Down it has been Three years I need some help, my friend, To help myself In need I cannot reach The rim No light, my friend, To light my way In troubled times I see no shore What I have seen Makes it too hard To be again myself some more. Mad mind, my friend, I mind it all The noble thoughts they turn To stone I need some help I am in trouble here My life - a puppet And I - the puppeteer Imprisoned in an absurd cell Sad day, my friend, The day I find myself I let them win and now I am in hell!