Who took your kindness from me, who drowned in pain, who taught you the axe of your dear hands, who taught you resentment, you also became like everyone else, who made a statue of your lover from a warm body, I cant believe you, not that you dont have eyes, you didnt have the strength to see me with wet eyes, all my pain, you had the old balm yesterday, the death of my grief today is the birth of sorrow from the lips of your storyteller, the voice of the enemy is hard to believe. You cant fall in love with me, I cant believe you, its not that you dont have eyes, you couldnt see me with wet eyes.
