You pierced my heart with thousands knives,
What did You make it for?
You know, I don’t have thousands lives
I’ve never been so fragile before…
I seem to be dead,
But I’m still feeling pain
And my blood burns instead
In my poor veins.
I can’t find my place in this dying world,
I can’t find my place in Your heart.
I don’t even know where I belong,
To find my own way is so hard.
I just know I love You
And I know that You don’t.
And I know You don’t trust me my Goddess…
But I’ll show You it all
And I’ll prove You my love,
And You’ll trust in my pure soul…
Fragile
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