Mä en r*****sua [English translation]

I am not emotionally handicapped

I have feelings

But I'll shut my mouth from emotions

Which one should I punish, the mouth or the feelings

When I can't speak

I can only ram?

Allegedly I can't say "my love"

Yeah, I can't, I'll take it back

It is such an ugly word

That no matter how drunk I see you on the street

I'll swallow it down

Am I inclined to be bitter

I guess I needed something more reliable

I still have my brain

And I'll let the brain train my senses

If I don't see you, smell you, hear you, I can't **** ***

A flower, I'll let you wilt

I'll kill you from my heart, I don't need you

I don't miss your smell

I don't want to be next to you

I don't believe your lies

I don't miss you, not much

Times are changing

I smashed your flower pot

You wore me out to exhaustion

I had to close the lid

I won't let my cheeks

To get wet, I'll resist

That funny feeling

I don't **** you

It didn't work out properly

I feel clean

Does your conscience hurt?

I knew you

But I didn't know properly

You changed into something else

Than the picture I have of you

That pictureI used to ****

Now the picture's a memory, not an omen

It used to be of my wife, children and loans

But it went with you

I was sure that it'd last

When you jump off the swing that then it's permanent

And if someone suddenly asks me

Then the feelings are gone and shall be gone from now on too

I am not bitter about it being over

I am bitter about you being

You took time away from me, you pulled it past me

And time is money, I want that money back

I don't miss your smell

I don't want to be next to you

I don't believe your lies

I don't miss you, not much

Times are changing

I smashed your flower pot

You wore me out to exhaustion

I had to close the lid

I won't let my cheeks

To get wet, I'll resist

That funny feeling

I don't **** you

I'm shredding your letters

In film, you're scoffing of memories, fuck that

Before I would have died for you

And risen from the dead

To take away your pain

I would have run all the way to Africa

If you would have looked at me in a ****** way

You have a mask on

I'll cut it in half

Under it you're not smiling as mesmerizingly

I don't need you

I am just getting more sure of it

The salt can't get inside my wounds

So it's pointless to get sad

I ***** you

But I don't **** you anymore

I won't **** anyone

Ever again so thanks a lot!

I don't miss your smell

I don't want to be next to you

I don't believe your lies

I don't miss you, not much

Times are changing

I smashed your flower pot

You wore me out to exhaustion

I had to close the lid

I won't let my cheeks

To get wet, I'll resist

That funny feeling

I don't **** you