My name is Sam and I'm thirteen years old
I wanted to read my name in history books
I wanted to write songs like they do
I wanted to be someone just like them
But the mask I wear just to please others
Over time has led me to be alone
And now that I'm overdosing where are my favorite singers?
Xanax, Coke, Lexotan, Vicodin
I took a mix of drugs and psychotropic drugs
Look at my body lying on the ground as I hit rock bottom
God, this shit is talking to me, please save me
I don't know what the plot is and I know the ending
Here there is no happy ending like in fairy tales
I wish I could go back when nothing was wrong
And living was a side effect

Even an angel can lose its wings
Look at the sky, another star will go out today
I'm still here
But who will save me?
This is the plot of a half-written fairy tale

God created the world in seven days
And I managed to destroy mine in seven days
I who was willing to sell my dreams for this
I left everyone without saying goodbye
I stopped talking with my heart
When I realized that thoughts are born in the silences of words
I discovered that addiction to drugs and drugs
Is a symptom of depression
So I'm going somewhere else, I don't know where
Or at least I hope it's a better place
They will tell me that I'm not okay
But a problem becomes a problem the day you give it a name
If I hadn't listened to other people
By now I would be here talking to you about what I write
I would have done it until my last breath
If I had listened to myself a little more maybe I would be alive

Even an angel can lose its wings
Look at the sky, another star will go out today
I'm still here
But who will save me?
This is the plot of a half-written fairy tale

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