When I'm in the valley of sadness,
All I can see is you,
Ripped out the leftovers of my happiness,
Believe it or not, I still miss you.

Locked up in a tower,
Where there is no fairytale to save me,
Nor a miraculous flower,
That cures sickness whatever it may be.

My genuine love for you does not surrender,
My friend, I am not a good pretender,
You may see a healthy-looking me outside,
But it's the agony and pain I cannot hide.