What she said were the last words from him,
And it's the only memory she has,
She wants him back into this world.
Black roses are withering,
There stands a broken girl,
You choose the way to live,
Be happy that you have a life,
But your only problem is to compromise.
She is crying loud in her room,
With his pictures in her hand,
She's trying to forget his end.
She's losing her consciousness,
And she's to desperate to move on.
You choose the way to live,
Be happy that you have a life,
But your only problem is to compromise.