The tear drops hit the floor,
Louder and louder than ever before.
This is the only sound inside my head.
Pounding with the force of hot molten lead.
Drive me into my hell
Say to me goodbye say . . . farewell.
Once I would cry on your shoulder,
Now in my throat a large solid boulder.
Why don't you see?!
What you have done to me.
I stand between two worlds, torn.
I wish that I was never Born!!
Don't you dare turn away!!
I shall have you . . . I will . . . someday.
Until then I will lie, dream, and . . . cry.
Or perhaps I shall lie scheme and . . . try.
I will stay home crying in vain,
not able to leave -- just suffer in pain.
I'm paralyzed now with fear. . .
What has come between us . . . dear?