tonight.. i shot someone on the chest..
i'm a murderer now... really.. i did...
did it killed him? I don't know for now..
talking to him as he shed blood..
and to think that he loved me so well..
i couldn't bear to see how the ambulance carried him..
adam.. why did you have to catch my bullet..?
its funny how i'm not feeling a thing..
you loved me so much.. yet i don't want your love..
maybe this is how he must have felt..
sorry for the bullet.. adam...
now i don't know how to live another day...
am i gonna be arrested..?
i locked myself on this room..
what will i do...?
and all you said as you bleed is to promise you..
not to kill myself..
this keyboard wont take it anymore..
it's full of tears and it may break..
i just couldn't sleep..
i didn't promise him anything...


