maybe it's wrong to think of you
and to wonder what do you do
but to think what wrong is about
it's one of the question i doubt
it's a blade that cuts through my heart
a monstrous feeling to depart
but why do i need to do it?
does it matter if I'll admit?
you will never have to bother
for I'm the one who will suffer
to battle with my own sinking
and to fight with my own struggling
i faithfully admit the truth
whether right or wrong it is both
a challenge for my soul to dare
well, who the hell are you to care?