Why do I live?
Is that the thing that God give?
I don't know what I'm doing here
Therefor is on my cheek a tear
A tear for not knoving what to do
Not knowing where to go to
Why do I live?
For love that somebody could give?
My heart is broken in 1000 pieces
Everyone I know has got 1 piece
But I am sure to know that
When I can give my whole heart, I probably will be dead
I become an Angel, then
I find the perfect man
He always searched for this kind of girl
For him is that girl the perfect pearl
But why do I live?
Not for the love that a man could give
Therefor is a tear
Not living for friends and family here
That is why I always wanted an Angel to be
Living in heaven, finally free
17 maart 2002