Hymn From Above Kill Me, Please
Lonelyness makes sence, cause distance hurts so much
One more suffocating night
In the dust of all my fears
One more suicidal night, another chance to end this all
Out of your harms, I'm turning cold
You won't hear my steps any longer
Wings try to puncture my back
The end is coming so fast
One day / you will / wake up / next to / my last expression
But it will be too late
