Their eyes…
And all around me stood every girl whose heart I'd broken, yet you were new to this collection...
Their eyes stared cold and stabbing at my soul, and they were accompanied by every girl who had broken my heart, laughing and scorning me
In the circle of shame and loathing I saw one little light flickering and trying to reach me...
My wrongs and my misgivings were covering me and keeping the candle flame that was the shred of you that still loved me so far away...
Reaching with all my might, I tried to grab hold of your hands, but cold stares and laughs and jeers tore open every scar and stitched up wound, my blood flowing like the tears from my eyes...
I feel backward, covered fresh with the scars I had received by the scars I had inflicted, and crying on the ground
...Burning under the glare of those burning eyes...
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