I'm Dying by Little
Melissa Bôa Morte
The moon, so full, shines
In this glorious night
I wish that I would die
This feelings of loneliness
An undescribible pain
Can't tell from where it comes
Why am I like this?
Why do I feel like this?
I was just laughing
I was just happy
But now I wish I was never born
I´m dying by little...
The words are missing
So many and so intense
Are the sensations
I end up losing,
Iluding, tormenting
However, never saving myself...
I´m dying by little...
Please save me.