My eyes are no longer closed to the imperfections of the world.
I've seen horrible things, that will make anyone crazy.
But the worst sight permanently burned into my memory is
you holding his hand, while I die inside.
The truth is now told to me, and I realized something.
And that would be that the world is a cold, cruel, harsh place.
And your and everyone you love and know will eventually die.
So what's the point in living if you were just born to die?
My eyes want to close again, and be blind to the imperfections.
I don't want to see what the world is really like.
I don't want to see you with him, I'd rather live in a dream world.
I don't want to realize I'll never get your for as long as I live.
However, in the end you realize that it's an inevitability.
You realize that there's no point in loving anything, or anyone.
So finally you accept death, and you are finally free.
I'm ready to be free...
