Oh, you see my scars and you know where they come from.
These scars so sensuously carved by you, and bleeding until you are dead or gone.
You have seen before, a beautiful, magnificent soul, but that was before heaven and hell switched places, truth became lies.
These feelings have turned my heart to stone, my brave soul has become empty, and only the cut on my chest reminds me that there used to be something inside there.
There is no hope of redemption. No one will look at you if you try to come back. All I have left for you is indifference and emptiness.