I thought no words could hurt us
For words are empty sounds
But these were kisses of Judas
That wounded me deep down

If but a sword had cut so deep
I would have bled but half
The life has fully drained from me
All just to have the last laugh

I guess this fault could be my own,
On what grounds should I care?
So why do words still make me groan?
Why now? Why still? Why there?