Some people kill and some people die
Some people suicide and the others just cry
I can call you a killer cause you killed the life I once
had
You could cause a suicide when I lay alone in my bed
If you ask which category am I
I would say I'm a killer
In my imagination I killed you for thousand times
Every day that I felt bad I killed you
Every tear that felt from my eye killed you

I stand here alone in this stormy night
You can't see but im standing on a bridge
Im holding my breath, but I cant help it
In a world of hate you always think of how much you get
After today, I hope you'll regret
The angel comes he takes my hand
The kiss of goodbye is sent to you right now
You object her
You don't give a damn, and so I
Have good life and goodbye...