Inside the chest of the stone You have a heart that is not my heart You have a good heart to hurt me My heart is not my harassment You have a good heart to hurt me who is not aware of my sadness
I write from you I am not a helper It is not my job
I have left me to this world My love is not in my imagination I will fate my mad In this madness I dont insist
I wrote my love except for this reason is not the reason for my market warmth If I dont love me
