Your words cut me so deep
That it bled in my works I will forever keep
The knives of your tongue got into my soul
In midnight it will rain in every sea of sorrow
In my heart you own the biggest part of misery
It pushes me to compose
A grieving tears of aching melancholy
You are the reason why I can make an undying art
And that's why I am thanking you
For the gift of a broken heart.