• My dying heart
    My lifeless soul
    I've got nothing
    But this knife I hold

    I looked up in the sky
    And see no hope
    everything is dead
    everything is gone
    and yet I stay here all alone

    I never meant to do this
    But this is good for you
    I could never leave you
    But you did it without a hesitation
    And now you bid your farewell
    I slit my throat and cut my pulse