I'm not unhurt,
Can't save my heart,
From sweet darts.
Can't continue with this bleeding heart.
Lately, just want to depart,
It's late for a fresh start.
Life is a game, so I'm seeking for a mission abort
I see death as a beauty of art,
Everyone's gonna meet this sweetheart.
It's too chaotic, shame it was.
Too late to for ask it.
But now, I just wanna close my eyes,
go to sleep, in a casket
and never come out of it...