If you think that I am ruined
I'm not ruined, I am whole
I am fine, not even broken
Maybe soft-spoken, maybe so
Although my bones you may have shattered
It doesn't matter, 'cause I am whole
And then you crushed me like a flower
The final hours but hard to go
I thought you loved me
The way you touched me
Your wicked violence I did not know
I thought the father was the protector
Was the creator but you are none
Although my bones you may have shattered
It's only matter, it's not my soul