You looked at me and said "describe me hell",
not knowing I've been living it so far,
not sensing I've been knowing it so well,
as if my soul had been fed-up with tar...
so I just sipped the pain inside my shell,
and opened up for you to see the scar...
Allowing you to touch my soundless scar,
you threw a glance upon my inner hell
devouring my soul inside this shell,
this burning hide-out of myself so far,
and stripping me of those thick waves of tar,
you looked into the depths of my soul's well...
And then you saw how easy and how well
a useless word could generate a scar
far worse than any dark and hellish tar,
you saw how I could be so close to hell...
while you had run away and gone so far
my sole escape had been this tiny shell...
So I just hid myself inside this shell,
pretending you had never known me well
enough inside, to care for me so far
to never leave inside me such a scar
that brought myself onto the edge of hell
and left my heart entombed in waves of tar...
And now, my love, I’m pushing through the tar
to leave aside this hard protective shell
and try to pull myself out of this hell...
but I could never be again as well
as I was just before I got this scar,
by missing you when you had gone so far...
I know I might not ever get so far
to pull myself completely out of tar,
I know that I may never heal this scar,
but I must try to break away the shell
and find myself a magic wishing well,
and wish I could one day forget this hell...
And when I will be far out from my shell,
and if I will forget this tar, then, well,
I might just send this scar from you to hell...