My body is a house in ruins
Every breath, rent paid in pain
I ask for the key to the last door
I ask for the right to say: Enough, please
I don't want more tubes, I don't want more wires
I don't want to keep living inside a cold scream
Let me choose the end of my own story
Let the last scene be peaceful, without fear
You decide when I'm born
Why can't I decide when I stop?
If my flesh no longer has a cause
Let me write my own final period, clearly
Last will
It's not weakness, it's ground
Last will
It's my final decision
Don't deny me the exit
When the entrance was already pain
Last will
My body, my own master
It's not about giving up on life
It's about not living inside the wound
Let me choose the farewell
Before pain chooses for me, with no way out
My flesh, my rule
My pain, my hour
No one else decides
What I feel right now
Last will
It's not weakness, it's ground
Last will
It's my final decision
My body is a house in ruins
Let me close the door, with my own hands