I hope when we are out of school, everything will be different.
We’ll study at a university or maybe make an end
To our useless lives, we kill ourselves.
You know we thought about it one bad time, the knives still lie on our shelves.
But things can change from one moment to the other,
The sun will shine again in your mind,
And there always is the holding hand of your mother,
That keeps you in the background behind.