as you step into the room
i felt cold running up my spine
and uncomfort took control
when i knew that you're not mine

but anyway the trees will shed a tear
and the grass will lay his head
and the vains of the ground turn apart
as they saw you laying dead

and as the moonlight stroke
it show you're hand with a gun
you said : " the daylight is for both of us
but darkness is for one!"

now you look so peacefull
motionless in the sun
and im writing murning's on your death
i guess the darkness is for both of us
but suntime is for one....