The first person who died from unhappiness
If it's not me
It's you, if you understood
From loneliness, from deviousness
I received my share
My god, what is this wound?
You should cry a little as well
Turned into a candle, your life should melt
With my love, dripping
There is still hope
It can never be wiped
On top of your heart
Painful letters
Stamped on