Have you heard, it's better not being here, do it. What is that? Death calling your name. It merges into your sorrow. Until that barrier prevents the counter force, any love, any other thoughts, like even a stranger passing by. It becomes overwhelming.

Most cannot talk too, it's too late. Many don't want to hear anyway, because their pain is too much to bare.

Have you heard, it's better not being here, do it. What is that? Death calling your name. It merges into your sorrow. Until that barrier prevents the counter force, any love, any other thoughts, like even a stranger passing by. It becomes overwhelming.

Most cannot talk too, it's too late. Many don't want to hear anyway, because their pain is too much to bear.

Have you heard, it's better not being here, do it. What is that? Death calling your name. It merges into your sorrow. Until that barrier prevents the counter force, any love, any other thoughts, like even a stranger passing by.