I loved him,
it was so huge and deep, I can't express it.
He killed me... I killed me... it was killed...
But all this hurt like a lost limb...
there's neither leg nor arm, but it still hurts,
the heart is pulsing with a hundred hertz...
What would you feel if your heart was amputated?
The soul went through the slow mincer,
you were lost in the fog, without heart...
you waited
for promised hand but in the end, got a huge pincer,
to rip what was remained and tear it apart.
And endless cycle... coming, leaving,
in hopeless searching for the place,
with bleeding soul, pleading you for help,
having feelings
for you, that were planted on the flesh...
Yes, it was too much, too overwhelmed...
I wanted to leave and stay,
to keep and break the circle,
nobody ever understood,
how hard was this my way,
how much I was uncertain,
walking on sharp stones barefoot...
You will never understand,
for you, I was a traitor,
He will never understand,
for him, I was a traitor,
I couldn't split my minced soul
in half for you, for him,
and who would have got the whole...
if the whole was just killed...