I can't enjoy anything, nor do I have any peace.
What kind of gried is the heart in...
I cut out my hopes on your love, at least
Come for some small talk so that my home will feel like home again.
Haven't you ever broken a heart too?
Haven't you wondered and ask your conscience?
What did I do to you this much?
Aren't I someone's daughter too?
It won't happen again
I repent a thousand times.
Is this bad blood,
what kind of anger is this?
Now I'm a mess, are you happy?
Knowing that did you sleep peacefully ?