The sooner I die
the less salty tears I have to cry
and no one won’t see
this sadness consuming me.

No place where I can hide
from this horrible pain I feel inside,
the sky is black
and I can’t find my way back
in this darkness
you can’t find a little piece of happiness.

The border between living or dying is fading away,
soon I’ll find a way to slip away,
from this dreadful life,
into the arms of death I’ll dive.

To be on earth is a waste of time,
to continue this life would be a crime,
as I scream and I cry,
time to fly,
into the arms of death
taking away my breath.

The sooner I die
the less salty tears I have to cry
and no one won’t see
this sadness consuming me.