Matame

Come on, give me the final blow
can’t you see I can’t die
if I feel you, the memory deceives me
and in your arms, I feel myself drift off

what's the point of holding onto hope
what did you gain by leaving me?
I can’t even look in the mirror
because this poor fool is just pathetic

kill me, it’s better than living without your kisses
kill me, I don’t want to end up a prisoner
this pain I carry inside
a thousand wounds that won’t bring death
but bleed deep in my chest