Life is a darkend roon,
full of devestation.
My life is always dark,
filled with complication.

 It is never ending,
always it is around.
Only dark and morbid,
never making a sound.

 Someone I love,
has just gone away.
He will never come back,
he's there to stay.
 
 I miss him so much,
and I'm to blaim.
Now there's more than darkness,
there is shame.

 Now all the time,
I seem to cry.
I never had the chance,
to say goodbye.

 What will I do,
how will I go on.
It just feels so wrong,
where do I belong?

 Life is a darkend roon,
full of devestation.
My life is always dark,
filled with complication.