And when I'll wake up,
in my bed with your head,
blood all over my sheets,
and your final notes in my hand.
Your body lies naked, on the floor in your dark room,
You say you're so sorry, but you had to leave so soon.

You felt so broken,
You felt asphyxiated,
You felt there was no connection between you and the
present,
So you decided to run, find your only gun.
Shot your head and die,
And leave without letting me sing the last lullaby.

You made me wake up,
You made me feel so obscure,
You made me run away from the truth you shown,
You wanted to keep yourself to those who believe in shows,
You choose to devote yourself to the saten's work.

And all finished,
With one hole in your head and many in my soul,
You gone without singing, with damn smile
Straight up in dawn.