's just no hopeYou thought it is better to just end it allAnd hang yourself with a ropeI said go, whatever, I would never tellBut promise me you will not blame meOnce you see the gates of hellYou hate rainbows and flowers and other stuffs I likeI hate you and your ego and your ever present prideYou said emotions are for the weak; for those people like meI said masks are for cowards, like you, can not yo