Doel-taal: Engels
Nowadays I'm so tired
I'm always rebellious and distressed
That miserable fate written on my forehead
is like death; it would not fade
The thing inside me is not a bullet
The wound of love doesn't heal
Tell him not to mention my name anymore
Tell him that I haven't forgotten his lies yet
Tell him that I'll keep his sins until the last judgement
Tell him to know that, tell him to know that