Why should I stay within this violent game? When you’re so close but still too far to ease my pain And one can say that life is a beautiful thing This is the lie; I want to die to spread my broken wings
Deathletter is the only way To write the words I could not say This is the end; this is my post scriptum: “Love you to death!”
Why should I play when rules are so unjust? When ones say “love” it always means “lust” I still can see that life is a beautiful thing But am I right? I want to fly with my once broken wings
Deathletter is the only way To write the words I could not say This is the end; this is my post scriptum: “Love you to death!”
I’m not insane My diagnosis – suicide I need this pain To justify my step from light Oh, should I stay? I see no arguments to fight I lost my way? May be it’s wrong or may be right And when I’m gone You shed a tear or start the weeping? You know, my dear It’s hard to write when tears are dripping I write these words Because I had no strength to tell Goodbye, my love! Now I am shipping up to Hell…
Deathletter is the only way To write the words I could not say This is the end; this is my post scriptum: “Love you to death!”