Will the flower ever bloom?
Will the morning sun bring me out of my gloom?
Will I ever see him again?
Will my wish come true?
I feel as though im tied to puppet strings
And he's the puppeteer not knowing how much pain he brings
Is this a sign of what's to come?
I can't feel anything all my senses have gone numb
None of the pain ceases
All of the happiness decreases
Never to feel a thing
Except all the pain people bring
But now im going to die
So I for the last time say goodbye.
