The pain flooded inside me and I can't help anymore.
I'm ashamed of the past soaked up in a form of tears.
Peel me apart gently like an onion so that you will cry at my crippled hearted body.
Lay me down tonight, my cemetery.
You are my cemetery.
To the moon, I point as if it's got your face on.
And I know, there is such a thing.