I sit down and, my heart, broken and scandalous, my stranger and only God, God, I miss
The world full of ghosts, a plain of mournful, for the Zandon Sadness, inside my chest, a curse The world full of grief, a pier. Look, see my honor, broken in Glum
Drunk, a heart that you have broken Broken hearts, does not sound
a heart that is silent, not boiling anymore, In this world, it does not value * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Remove
Drunk, a heart that you have broken is not a sound, no sound The heart that is silent, not boiling, in this world is not valuable
I and I, broken hearts, broken and scandalous, God willing, and God.
