I prefer to hurt, knowing you're in love with another girl,
Than to tell you the truth, and you don't believe me!

I'm seeing them...
...Angels are coming for me...
...They will take me to heaven...
...Soon, I will die..And you...
...You will regret it!

I'm a flower in the cemetry,
I lie on that special tomb.
I wish I could feel better,
Whenever I see that bright gloom!

I'm crying behind the locked door,
Begging Lord to give me that chance,
Oh God why don't you open the door of love?
Because it's too late...
..I'm Falling Apart!!

Tomorrow I will die,
And you will only cry,
Keep asking yourself 'why'?
'Why didn't I see it in her eye?'

True love is not loving a perfect person, but loving an imperfect person perfectly!