Don't die on me, it's not your turn
Never realized I could crash and burn
Just ripped me off for my broken heart
Loved you so fast that fell apart
If you can rescue me out of a tight spot
Just carry on, don't lose your hold
And before we boil in the melting pot
I'll warm you up in bed, if it's too cold
The rapid end might turn into a start
Perhaps I catch you on the flip side
Could you with death in bed get smart?
If got no choice, just let it ride
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem