Close the gates
Call the guards
take my portrait picture
put a number on me
but I am myself for the first time in my life
I yelled like a furious person
I gave up on everything I am
I used to drink even worse
I survived nightmares
but I am a fair murderer
of clean cheek and face (*with no shame or guilt)
I am proud, and why wouldn't I be
I killed all of her in myself
Call the judges
Let them prejudge fair
and until the end of my life let me stay there/(here)
but I succeed to get over/(forget her)