As I stand in the doorway between heaven and hell
I try to realise why we all fell...

Now all this psychology
Is talking straight to me...

Why do I run away from all my struggles?
Why can I not just stand up and fight...

Why do I face the barrel of a gun?
Is my life really that bad to take this step...

To find the woman you truly love
Is like climbing the peaks of the highest...

I'm sorry, that I didn't stop to say goodbye
But it's not my fault that you had to die...