When will all these thorns be taken
Always there I cannot take it
Pick myself up and down again
Why didn't I turn to my friends
You just had to twist the knife
Rip my flesh
Twist it, wry
Sit alone with conscience eating
Pounding
Aching
Heart is gaping
Wide. . .

I close my eyes and I see you
You tossed them into the gutter
Ask myself why did I love you
Contemplating makes me shudder
It takes a true heart to know me
But for you it came so easy

I wish that I had tried
Maybe just one more time
I'm trying to hold it back
Look me straight in the eyes
And tell me why.