Nothing hurts better than unrequited love;
When you lie awake beneath the wailing skies,
Then beneath the veil stars.
When you could do nothing
But to stare into the void
And feel the emptiness that you have to bear with.

Nothing hurts better that not to be loved by her;
When you stand in the dark,
Then you see her dancing with another man.
When you could do nothing
But to wish that you were him
And hope for a better feeling.

Nothing hurts better than love,
When it gives you an exquisite pain,
Then it almost consumes you.
When you could do nothing,
But to succumb to the pain
And scream all the sadness that you carry.

Nothing hurts better than her;
She gave you all this malady and melancholy
Then left you all alone.
When you could do nothing,
But to reminisce what you were long ago
And hallucinate that she stood by your side.