Noone has ever wore out my heart
Noone has made the world overflow out of me
Noone has made me upset*
Noone has made me feel like the bad piece of the collection
Ah like you
Of like you
I divided you into syllables
Cursed your name a thousand times
But still it was always me who died
I buried myself in others
Noone has turned the love into a virus
Noone has made love so plastically
Noone has walked off after burning and sticking inside me
Noone has spitted me out like a chewing gum that lost its (sweet) taste
Ah like you
I divided you into syllables
Cursed your name a thousand times
But still it was always me who died
I buried myself in others
* Upset as in a boat being turned over