How can my beating heart be hurting so
Am I living or am I dying?
Last I heard your angelic voice say no
Living, being happy would be lying
Under the bridge I asked you 'be my wife'
Can't anyone else see your beautiful face
I feel we loved in another life
Now that can be once more, we are in a race
O how I want to win this to gain you
Gain you back from the clutches of evil
Evil takes me instead and takes his cue
Now i see you happy with my rival
I finally awake with drugs in my hand
Could I've been dreaming, or is this my end
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem