Suicide won't make things right...

When I felt you're mine,
that feeling so shine,
I didn't talk to you,
I didn't know what to do...

I lived a life in a week
and had some thoughts that I keep...
When you're not there,
it's always a nightmare...

The wind hits me smooth,
the fucking pain strikes again...
Consequences of the truth,
the open vein, the broken chain...

Would you love me if I die for you?
I still don't know what to do,
'cause everything is so blue
when "me and you"
it's not true...

What have I got?
What do I deserve?
Give me a shot,
there's no more nerve...