I don't want to die,
In a sterile, white room.
While people hustle and bustle,
to save my life.

No, I want to die,
In the arms of my love,
Kissing blissfully.

I don't want to die,
Holding on to the shreds,
Of a broken life.
Trying to reach inevitable failure.

No, I want to die,
Happy and quickly,
No fear at all.

I don't want to die,
and have a sad, mournful funeral.
Where even children cry,
for the man they never knew.

I want to die,
and have a party.
A rejoice that I'm not,
On this living hell any longer.

But I will die,
In a white room.
Without a kiss,

Trying to hold on,
as I fear for my life.

To have a mourning,
where no one is happy.