The days keep passing,
and my life moves closer to its end.

I won’t pretend I’m not depressed.
Maybe, in a year or two, I might give up.
It’s not that life is unbearable…
I just want someone.

Someone who would hold me tight,
Someone who would let me show my softer side,
Someone whose arms would let me cry.

I just want to cry…
I just want to cry…
I just want to cry.

The days keep passing,
and my life moves closer to an end.
And I don’t want to die—
I just want to cry.