segðu þitt álit, þeter reyndar gamalt, fann það í tölvunni minni.. You used to love me and you used to say that without my love your world'd turn gray. Ofcourse you didn't mean it, you'd always lie. Wanting to hurt me, making me cry. I beg you to stop, just finish me now, I want you to kill me, no, I do not care how. Cause you're making me suffer, only bringing me pain. Why do you hurt me? What is it you gain? Is it fun to hit me? Do you smile when I bleed? If you're trying to kill me can...