I was not hurt.
They did not hurt me.
Nothing can stop me now.

They looked into me with warm eyes,
I believed in all their lies.
But when it came I was not stunned,
I was not even hurt.

They spoke so softly, as though they were meek.
A caring heart, a blooming flower.
That’s how they wrapped their façade.
But I am not a man to be tricked;
I am not a man to be hurt.

Regret is a word, a world, others know,
But not me.
I couldn’t feel it, even if I tried.
So then, you see, it’s quite simple.

How I was not hurt.
How I feel nothing.
How nothing can stop me now.