I cried, "don't give up"

She's got my heart tied in a tight knot, and she seems to be happy. 

I try to be chill, but her green eyes are so hot I melt away. She and I, we are the same. We have our own styles, and we won't change. 

What are the memories, in a time of peace, in a time of war? As I hold her, two things dim. Her eyes fade. She's leaving today, in the wake of this madness. I cry, "don't give up", but her heart stops. She's only fifteen, dying.