Miss you more and more as the seconds pass by,
I wish I could die and drift to the sky
But not yet I will become a black bird,
though all I want is to come to your world
What can I do to make this sorrow hurt less?
I'm not brave enough to commit suicide, I confess
I'm crying out for help, I'm no longer strong
My last memory with you is when we said "So long"
I need something, something that makes me carry on,
a reason for living, that makes my sad life fun
I think I've found my reason, to stay,
the music heals my soul, eases my mind every day
