The Way To Suicide

I stand at a cold old window. On empty streets pours a rain. The emptiness in my heart gives rise to a wild pain. But now is does not matter. Does not matter that I hope and I want love. Does not matter that my hopes doomed on destruction. I always look in my reflection in a mirror. It seems to me so lifeless... I on the way to suicide... Last time I stand at a cold old window. An empty street as if my heart.... Nobody can keep me alive. Too late for excuses.