Why do I do the things I choose?
I try to make things better,
But all I do leaves one more bruise.

Why do I keep these words inside?
All they do is want to hide
I should leave this world
We all know where’d I go
I told you to not grieve
I should have told you sooner
But now…
It’ll be all over.

I shall only be gone for a second
Then you’ll feel me with you
looking down at our old world’s view.

It’s time for me to go now.
I hope this world changes soon...