He laid down on the ground
With all his friends around
There was nothing left
He was ready for his last rest.
His friends had been crying
When they found out he was dying
His only love looked away
There was nothing to say
He looked up and watched the sky
Watching the clouds passing by
His blood came from his hand wrist where he had cut with a knife
He didn't wanted to live in this life
He laid on the grass with the face against the sky
This is his last goodbye
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