You ripped my heart out
Stabbed and restrained it
I still feel the sensation of captivity
I don't know where the hell my courage is
You made me wait for nothing
Do you think I'd just leave?
As I'm punching the mirrors
Love is a torment for the first time
(I wish the ground would open up
And swallow you up / so I could bury you beneath it
I wish the sky would darken
And cover your face / so I could cover your face
May the devil see it
What's your final word now?
Or, well, whatever...)
Should I kill you today?
Should I spit on your corpse?
Should I feed the crows with your eyes?
Or should I give up and grieve on my own?
Should I forgive?
Should I forgive?
Should I forgive?