Feeling the beat trough my veins ,
The fresh air trough my longs,
The memories are still alive,
The wounds still hurt,
Still my heart is beating,
While yours is cold and dead,
Still fresh air reaches my longs,
While you lay there,
in a hole six foot deep,
So far away from me,
Still my blood runs trough my veins,
Still I`m breathing the air
You will never see again,
But only one cut in my wrists,
Can mean I`m with you,
Driving 160 miles an hour,
Twist my steering wheel on the right time,
And I`m with you,
Taking just some more pills,
And I`m with you,
Just a rope around my neck,
And I`m with you,
Would that be selfish? Or is it my right?
Ending this life, or live on with all the hurt,
Is it me who`s selfish when I end my life,
Or is it the ones I love who are selfish,
Cause that want me to stay,
They force me to live my life with al the hurt,
So tell me, who`s the one that’s selfish?
Tears streaming down my face,
but making no sound,
Still feeling the beat trough my veins,
The fresh air trough my longs,
The thing I treasure most in life,
Is your spirit and I can feel it near me,
It cannot be taken away,
I will never know the reason why,
Why god took your life from you,
I will never surrender to your advice,
To ljust live my life, not like this! I’d rather die,
Though they will not understand,
I will make the greatest sacrifice...