I will play until my fingertips
are painfully dripping and bleeding from the blood.
I will play until the scars are feeding
The strings and their mark carved into it forever.
I will play in my anger
and anguish in this terrible danger.
Please don’t speak your so-called excuse.
Please don’t show me any sign of pity.
You don’t care about me anymore, you see?!
And I don’t care about myself too.
So I will play for the very last time
until my organs are exploding from the pain;
Yes it shivers me to know you won’t be here anymore;