If I could select the way I die
Any torturous death would do
I have felt pain in a big supply
And it is all thanks to you

When it comes to agony, I am prepared
I shall not wince or cry
Because of you I won't be scared
If misery is how I die

Because I know it all too well
I barely consider it complication
It's how I feel when under your spell
When you sentence me to separation

In loving you I've come to accept
That dying won't be so bad
By leaving me
pain is all that is left
I will welcome death
I will be glad