I cannot stand it any longer

Should I fight and Should I die

Would I feel at peace or cry?

O' wonderful person before me

I can't help but feel as if you tease me

My feelings are aflight like they've been gifted an angel's wings

That's how I describe my passion for thee

But when you wear that tired face

I can't help but think

Is that for me?

I'm sorry if you grow bored of my company

I'm sorry for my cluelessness

If you are happy without me

Then even though my soul is lonely

When I die

The funeral and I will be at peace

for no one is there to cry