took all the chances i wanted to take
but still something's missing
and i seem to end up with a heartache
over a drink or two i find myself reminiscing

i am endlessly lost in the depth of my soul
my happiness doesn't want to show
i'm a sweater with holes
a basket-ball you throw

life takes life from me, one blood drop at a time
and time is my worst enemy
silently commits its crime
and there is no remedy

but my only wish is to die happy
and happy i shall die
in the arms of my beloved one