You still defend me like crazy,
whenever they speak ill of me,
for every harsh word,
you will be a strict court,
so that I never feel bad.
That one man tear,
I'll carry on my soul.
I will be like a stone,
I know what suffocates me at nights.
Just turn around and leave,
so no one ever sees,
how much you mean to me.
I still cut myself
on your touches made of glass,
I have never moved out of your heart.
And I still defend you,
but know the truth.
I have not been alive,
since your hand touched me.
Since your hand touched me.