I feel like dying. . . World is not enough to me. . . There's only huge emotions left. . If even them. . . However...

Following the steps of death, going through that hell... Hell, what you left to me to live with...

Wery farewell... Never will see you again... And just for what? Our love?! Love's not dancing on the roses... Its taking the pain and blowing it from inside the heart... Softly... And hard...

Guns... Ropes.. Knifes, pills, drugs and other stuff... What's wrong? Yeah, nothing... But why you're looking at me so . . . So . . . Strange?.. You couldn't feel the pain... You just see, like I suffer in blood...  That torments me... Around . . .