Death my sweet
Come to me
Dying looks sweeter than my life
Death my friend
Take my hand
My arms don't move because of them
My corpse has fell long time ago
As a doll when you stop playing
But they don't understand this
They fixed my pieces to me
I'm lasting my time in my bed
Suffering in a better place
They think I would be happy but they don't know how I feel
I can't feel
I can't think
Why don't you wanna let me die
Why keeping
A puppet
Dropped on the ground without its strings