We fight like mad dogs.
 You throw glasses at the wall,
 I say words I shouldn't say and you run away.
 A few days later you're on the phone,
 you spend the nights with a friend of mine
 and you're yearning for me.
 "It's too late, you've made your choice",
 I say with tears in my eyes.
 " So don't call me again."

 Hold me.

 When I'm coming home at night,an ambulance is in the street.
 I'm going up the stairs.
 The door is open, you're on the floor.
 A man is coming out to me, saying:
 "Too late, she took an overdose."
 I run to you, I kiss your face,
 look into your broken eyes
 and you wisper in my ear:

 "Hold me."

 And you died in my arms