So what if I live in the "ghettos"?
At least I have my pride...

I stand idly aside, day by day.
Waiting for you to come around...

Speak to me the way
you speak to her...

Only I don't hate myself.
The pain...despair...anguish...regret...

Do you know her?
That strange little girl...

I just don't quite understand
what everyone sees inside of me...

The voice that used to make me warm inside
now fills me with an insufferable hate...

My soul mate
is nothing less than great...

My love is like a river,
deep and wholesome...

Love is like a flower,
blossomed when in love...

Douse me with
your unconditional love...

Silently, but surely,
crimson runs from her eyes...