I don't wanna die, I don't wanna, not yet. I wanna disappear, leaving no trace of my existence. I don't want to be remembered. For I am not important here. I’m just a particle of dirt that sticks to your shoes. I just want to disappear.
Is your heart singing out
of tune? Are your eyes just singing the blues? Dirty records from
another time, some blood stains on your shoes. May I have this last
dance? By chance if we should meet... Can you write me a
lullaby? So we can sing you to