Kalba, į kurią verčiama: Anglų
I pull whatever belongs to you out of myself and throw it away
I push your picture that I still have away from me, and your shirts, too
I wish I could be unfair just for once
I wish you could be right and I could be a liar
Did you suppose I would forgive you again?
Did you suppose I would open my door again?
Did you suppose I would look at your face again?
Repentence! Never again
I pull whatever belongs to you out of myself and throw it away
I push your picture that I still have away from me, and your shirts, too