I have never had the heart to say, That this everlasting pain will not go away. Until the sunrises in the far north east, Until the kings have finished their feast. Take the time to hurt some more, Take the time to show me the door. I learnt to hate and to ignore, Hurt till it strikes the heart and the core. Of one's insanity striken nightmare, To venture out, only if I dare. Sickening poisons fill me up inside, Be the one careful, to be the one that has to snide. Gloat in the glory of another one's pain, To take the glory back and steal the fame. Happened to often to the likes of me, I am here, with nothing, and I am nothing to be.