Your hands are tied 

and i am blind 

but i don't mind 

that i will die

you can stamp and cry 

you can sit and sigh 

i don't think it's strange 

that i've got dead eyes 

but that doesn't change:

that soon i'll die 

so don't even try 

to fix my mind 

so full of sickness 

it in itself is a lie 

i didn't pick this 

but i'll accept the fate that's mine 

this is my only wish 

that i had gotten: to say goodbye