You kill me...
I breathe to my last drop of blood.
I breathe you...
...
The world and what was happen,
don't really give a damn.
Somebody somewhere happy -
somebody cry for end.
The poem or subscription,
for vanish old disease,
no need no other person -
nobody here to please.
...
I breathe...
I breathe for you...
Chosen - why?
You never knew...