Should you feel honored when a friend died for you?
Or should you feel guilty for you killed a friend.
Should you continue living if a love died for you?
Or perhaps just head for an end.
Which would have been a better choice?
A knife or a gun
Which should I have chosen?
Boring school life or dangerous fun?
Why is my life full of treachery?
Why does my wound open time and again?
My heart was never returned
The tears in me continued to rain
Why won’t the pain go away?
My heart continues to bleed
When will I get to see the sun shine?
And when can I see flowers bloom from seeds?
How can I differentiate good and bad?
Who defined what’s right and wrong?
When good and bad co-exists with each other
The nightingale sings a heart-breaking song.
My heart is failing
My breathing is fading
I know I’m dying
And I am crying
If I could live my life again,
I would want to experience the same kind of love
I will use back the same name
And hope for a better ending.