I'm not good at my job
But I'll die one day

I'm not a good lover
But I'll die one day

I'm not the best at anything
But I'll die one day

The ones who yell at me
Will die one day

Loved ones, hateful ones
All of them will die one day

It's sad, I know
but sometimes a strange relief floods me
Maybe I'll live a little longer than all to enjoy a bit of silence before my time is up.

No job
No lover
No harsh words
And sadly, no cries

Just a quiet room, and finally a quiet mind