This world is so cold and so full of hate,
People know no other thing.
It seems we have to hate to get pride,
it seems it's the only way to survive.
This is a sad love story,
this is the last thought I had of you.
We were yelling and I told you to die,
and you did....
Did I damn you to hell then ?
Or did I kill you myself ?
Only one thing I can say is that I'm sorry.
But from now on I promise,
to love someone like I loved you.
But I cannot promise I wont say...
Just remembering you that way wouldn't kill me in the end.
