I sit and listen
Not to the rows of my parents
Not to the fighting outside
Not to the cold harsh world
But to our song
The song that once filled me with joy
Making me happy once more
In this world we live in with more death than life
And now as my final sacrifice
Who wants to live in a world of war
Not me, as i listen to our song
One slow tear trickles down my cheek
As i pick up the knife
I am not beautiful like in the song
Not anymore
Not after all this destruction
No more
They find me lying beside the bed
Our song playing continuously
"Your beautiful"
The end of our song is right
Because i will never be with you
And i have to face the truth
