Should I suicide, so that I could come,
Near you, in the ocean or with the God above.
I plead don’t say no, as I’ll be heartbroken,
You can celebrate, I’ll be okay sitting next to you.
I know I’ll be admiring,
no more crying as I am near my moon, my sun my world.
I wish I could snatch you or beg for you,
Why aren’t you mine?
What should I do to be yours again?