I am sitting in the backyard
while holding the guitar,
with which we used to sing together....
Don't wanna have control
on my emotions,
Enough did I receive
now no longer...

Then a thought suddenly arises
that I am left with all of your praises...
Wish you never existed
then my life wouldn't be this miserable...
Your last words drowned me into pieces;
"Goodbye" you said and hope your soul rest well...
Our memories can't turn to be a nightmare...
A part of mine just died and how shall I hide this despair...

Is it necessary to believe
what just took place...