The flowers swaying gently
My fingers moving softly
My world is smoothly teetering
End it will, and soon I see
The world I have is ending
The world I had is gone
The roses stems are breaking
Slowly playing is our song
But you're not here to hear it
And I cannot enjoy it
So what's the point of living
Since I don't feel alive?
But I guess that I will have to
Since there is no way to die
I could close my eyes
And I could hold my breath
And I could stop my heart from beating
But I will never say goodbye
