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Finally, I was able to see,
the extent of your damned lies,
the ones who broke me down,
turned me upside down,
into the twisted confused person I am now.

Like a sick blind child,
I poured my heart down,
I placed all my trust, faith and might into it,
To a person who didn't even ever exist.

The question that runs through my head,
over and over again is,
Why? Why would you do this to me?
Why would you break me so easily?
Why would you build me up just to tear/break me down?...

So tell me...
Did you have fun looking inside my heart?
Secrets not to be told?
That different person who nobody get's to see?
Was it fun to play with her feelings?
How did it feel when you broke her down, helplessly?
What emotion ran past your mind when you saw she had no help to get back up?
Did you know that she died after then?
Do you know she exists no more thanks to you?

Withered, tattered, torn, broken, unwilling to get back up,
Yes, that was her right there, she died in the same spot you found her.

Countless were the nights when she wished it was real,
When she yearned to be closer,
When she desired to have it,
When she loved to Love.
Many were the prayers,
much was the faith and hope...
Which now, of course, don't even exist.

You assassin... You killed the being inside of me,
That happy person who used to be so caring, loving,
so graceful to others, confident, strong, willing to risk everything...
You killed the beauty within me...
Now look at me, I am this restless beast,
restless, agitated, always agravated...
Look what you did to me...

But... I guess I can't entirely blame you,
after all, who doesn't ever hope to have that special someone?
Who doesn't yearn to have them close?
Guilt is an orphan... which I am adopting, since... I have nothing left to warm me.
I have withered and worn out, my soul's bitter and cold...
It's no wonder my heart's so closed up,
Afraid of trusting once more,
since it's always been like before,
a damn human being comes and goes, breaking my heart once more,
Again and again like an endless game...

And yet I Yearn... I Moon, I plead for the day that it stops...
But the only alternatives left... aren't much to choose from...
It will stop... when I either find "the one",
which is impossible...
Or when I'm finally Dead.

I hope you're really proud of your act,
you truly deserve a reward,
and oscar, a grammy perhaps...
Soemthing to recall your unpleasant acts...
The one... who you killed...
And now... I can't be no more...