I've always wanted to belong,
And be apart of the strong,
But here I am withering away,
While my hair slowly turns grey.
Lady Death is close by,
I can always see her out of the corner of my eye,
But I don't try,
Try to survive,
Because she took all I had,
And for that I am glad.
Glad that I will not make anyone weep,
When I eventually die in my sleep.
