I wake up this morning
I can't recall a thing
Or I just don't want to..
My life won't continue.
Tomorrow I'll cry
Tomorrow I'll die
It just can't be true.
Die away from You?
Die away from...Who?
There's no one who's making me breathing
No one who is making my heart beating
I'm so tired
I'm so tired
Oł est mon coeur?
Oł est l'ame soeur?
I can feel my heart bleeding
I can hear my heart weeping
Dying in my chest
In black I am dressed
For the mourning of my myocardial
Even the flowers cried at his burial..
I asked for a sign
But no one heard my sigh
But no one heard my cry
No one could feel my pain
On my sleeve, a bloodstain,
I just needed love and care,
A tear, a smile to share...
I had nothing.Only despise and mockery.
I think that love has indeed closed his door to me.
~*Mutilated Archangel*~
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