I'm Dying by Little
(m/l: 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.

By Nat Corpsegrinder