I have nothing more to say to you,

Open your eyes,


Open your mind,


And maybe then I'll consider conversing again

Open your eyes,


Open your mind.


There's nothing I can give to you,

You'll take it as it is, and turn it into a tragedy.


will only cut my skin,


And there's no room for scars here. Words of glass will
only cut my skin.


Pick up a thorn and frame it, so one day you will
realise, your speech is a privilege.


Loose it one day, and you will regret it.