This pain I can’t take.
This pain is too wrong.
For all the wrong reasons.
For life or death.

Just how you make it easy,
smile of joy or satisfaction.
I can see through it,
you, smiling from pain.

How hard is it?
To put a knife through my heart.
You’ve done it often,
only to shut me up.

Cutting the leaves,
from the fallen tree.
I don’t know the reason,
but why do you speak of her?

Angry or bitter,
sad or maybe mad.
Don’t take this wrong,
it took me too long.

Samdi þetta áðan, langaði að setja þetta hér, sjá hvað ykkur finnst.
Þetta ljóð er ekki um neinn, bara bull í huga mínum=D