What's life worth,
when everybody is leaving you?
When they let you down,
with only scars?
What's life worth,
when you will give up?
And the only reason you stay,
are those few friends,
who will stay with you?
What's life worth,
when you're dreaming of The End,
every night?
When you kow it will be,
the most beautiful dream,
you will ever have?
When will come the day,
I can go,
and leave this world?
When will come the day,
I'm out of this world.
Away from the people,
who are torturing me.
The End