The one that I thought would save me from harm,
Eventually **** me Inside.

No, no. No need to use a knife, a sword, or a gun.
But, it's definitely straight to my heart.
I don't know if I will survive or not...

And earlier, you said that you want me to go away.
So, are you happy to see me dying now?

I still clearly remember,
Your deep breath, and
Your sparkle eyes

When you said that words.

And attentively,
You grab my cold hands,
After i doubtless nodded

Things would never became worse,
Just IF...

You told me what i'm supposed to do,
After you're gone.