I don't have to be so good anymore,
I'm tired of pretending that I am alright.
And dream about my death on the shore
Keeps burning my consciousness every night.

My life's so short, but I must go away;
There's nothing to feel, to have and to see.
I prayed many times, but noone heard my prayer.
Now I'm dying slowly, I have to kneel.

Tomorrow will never come to me, I know,
I won't have a time to make one step to you.
I feel my heart in chest is becoming the stone.
When you take my hand I'll feel someting new.

{I'm knocking on the door of heaven...
 I know I won't live forever;
 I want to die on ocean shore
 Looking at the waves in evening glow.}