when i was listening to my heart's beating
i woke up by a knock on the door
my heart stopped; i felt afraid
i wondered, i asked: who's that?
but i had to open the door
now or before...
when i opened the door
i saw someone whom i knew before
he was crying, and a little alarming
he said that your lover has died
i couldn't belive, when he said that thing
is it real or i'm dreamimg?
then i found out that it was real
i wasn't dreaming and i had to believe
at that time the sorrow comes
without permission or knocking door
only two ways that i had to go
killing myself or living alone..