There is nothing to me. There is nothing though there was a time I had felt elation before all sensation died.

I cannot breathe. I can´t deny that I´ve been feigning, for you, every vital sign defied.

This means nothing to me. This means nothing so spare me the lies. I deny you sympathy just as I have been denied.

I cannot breathe. I can´t deny that I´ve been faking, for you, every sign of life.

I died for the last lie, and the heartbreak for the first time, I could not take til I made you cry.

This is what you taught me. This is what you taught - and I learned well - to recognize that feeling easily can be dispelled.

Show your wounds I´m bored with mine. Nothing is new.
Don´t despair I rarely cry.

Oh my dear please dry your eyes. Who could harm you? To hurt you is to be despised, as I´d love to.