It hurts more than a paper cut
A scar on one's conscience really doesn't go away immediately
Whatever's on my mind, all of it's on my tongue
My judgment left before anyone else did
There's this endless unanswered ringing in my ear
Someone's talking about me, they think I'm in love
Since burning bridges, since tossing it all aside, since forgetting your face, a long time has passed and everything's being erased
Is there an unbroken place that (s)he left in my heart?
What (s)he says and what (s)he does, whatever the reason, are different
The thirst for revenge from the curse of the oppressed is slowly growing
Leave (him/her) alone. I won. Let (him/her) think about it, that poor soul.