I bleed inside my head.
It won't be long before I'm dead..
All color I'd see would be red.
This short poem will be read...
And it will be reread.
This is how I will be consoled....
But before this poem has been read by many,
I'll simply be dead, I'll simply be dead.....

Time is money,
True.
Time is funny,
False..
Time is long,
True...
Time is short,
False....
Time is God,
True.....

How I live isn't easy,
No - not at all.
How I am alive is the question,
No - not at all..
How I would survive without friends is impossible,
No - not at all...