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Swaying in the storm of your words

Building empty streets in your world

Driving through the most painful hurt

Looking for some hope on your jokes

I use to make fun of my own life

They use to talk about what I hide

The glorious moment of us in light

I die...

Dying, I’m dying in the thoughts

Dying, I’m dying more and more

Dying, I’m dying for this love

Dying, I’m dying with this hurt

The flowers cover my pale face

The sadness shows them the state of grace

A boy who died for the love in life

A boy who discovered his own bright sights

I walk in the fog I see a strange character

I meet the unique death taking my life’s nectar

I cannot surrender of what I’ve chose 

I gave you my love losing my self-love

I’m dying

I’m going

I’m fading

And I left behind nothing but an appreciation of loving you

I’m dying

Dying, I’m dying in the thoughts

Dying, I’m dying more and more

Dying, I’m dying for this love

Dying, I’m dying with this hurt

Here is wild and clear

I lost the key of my own destiny

But I still remember the bars we used to walk in

For the very first time I feel free 

Free with the new friend…cold and empty

I’m dead!