Im suffering, Im hurt so badly too
Im draggin; through these long long nights and days,
The vanishing shadow of you
By multiple feet-skinning ways.
Also I drag a yarn with the razorblade-shaped knots,
Throughout my poor piece-of-meat shaped heart,
It cuts, cuts, cuts, hurts a lot
But still yet cant rip it apart.
And I can yet crawl through this absolute darkness
With that painful ball (or hole) in my chest,
But cant stop,cant fuckin stop this madness
Nor make the pain to give me a rest.
So where I pass Im leaving a way of tiny red drops
Like a hurt shelterless poor-bastard thing,
There are no light for me, and no hope
No glory to bring
And I no more in faculty of figuring out
Im too lost and Im too alone,
What we were, what we are
Doesnt matter cause you;re gone.
How much mistakes commited,
Too fucking high is the price,
Well tailored and well knitted
Stitches over my eyes.
And because of that all, because the mistakes I made
Despite all low-cost tears I have cried,
And as very our Kurt once have said
I hate myself and want to die.