How does it feel to be stabbed Not in the back, but in the chest Just to make those wretched feelings rest Stubborness is what caused your mess
You, holder of the sin of lust Not because of dark conjugation But wanting for deep and trusted affection Perish in your despair of wanting it as a must
As your persistence deepens and continue through The severance of bonds continue, you harvest what you sow It's your fault anyway, weep down in sorrow Best leave it be for a better tomorrow
You, the one pursued by this person Has your thoughts of him worsen Has his determination, became his execution Then, admit with volition and deliver him condemnation