They say life , a pleasant gift,
Ask yourself what it brings to you,
A lots of pain , and a lots of burns,
A pinch of joy in between your life shifts

You make love with the one you choose,
Ask yourself what they bring to you,
A few marks on your body, & a bit of joy,
Is it the only thing you don't want to loose ?

You miss the people , the unchosen ones,
Ask yourself what they bring to you,
Beauty lies in the temporary things,
A joy of few nights, which still burns.

Think , the restless days you spent,
Ask yourself what they bring to you,
Its not the money ,
Its the sleep , all you meant.

In a life , you spent so far,
Ask yourself what it brings to you,
A lots of deaths and tons of pain,
To be free , its the death, you only care.

Its the death, that makes a life better,
Its the death , that makes your memories sweeter
The separations & the pain your life gives thee
Its the death , what makes us free.