Look at me.
What you see may not be how I feel.
Sing for me,
So I cure my regret and my ill.
Can you see?
I survived because many I killed.
Can you smell?
It is blood on my hands which I spilled.
Run from me,
In my heart I deserve to be alone.
Cry for me,
Melt my soul which became solid stone.
Do you know?
You can give me wonderful peace.
Do it slow.
I want to feel your touch and your kiss...