I'm thinking, I think again, 
then I saw me, naked, under the shooting rain,
Thinking, of uncertainty in vain, with pain.

Bitter, I feel so bitter
Though the pill of ecstasy spiked me
But why still I feel so bitter?

Sometimes I wonder, 
If I die, will people cry?
So much questions to ponder
But will there ever be an answer?

Death, take me away,
To go with this pain, forever I will pray
For another depressive day,
to gone into the grey,
the black and white of my day.