A pain in my heart
Came. Why is not it?
A migraine in my heart
Why does not it stop anything?
How other people are happy
Or What a nice act.
I used to be like this
The one who saw me is crying.
A flutter is continuous
Pulse was a hundred and eighty
Gone, i am going, i guess
From the heart of cause
I'm dying. Understand
Do not hit more
Despite the conscience whine
Will you come back to me