My sobbing is an entertaining art. . .
My tears are a drink in the glass. . .
Never learned from my past. . .
Never let the kiss of death pass. . .
But now. . .
No more tears. . . No more fears. . .
He chose his way, and I chose mine. . .
Sorry heart, I missed the sign. . .
I will rise from death and erase that guilt. . .
And I will destroy the love tower I have built. . .
And the love will live again. . .