Oh, but I couldn't see, I Couldn't see the loser you made of me! I couldn't feel, I didn't know the worst you can make of me! Oh, but I didn't fight, no I didn't learn, And for what? To have a laugh in my face or behind my back...
Oh, I couldn't see what was going on, I Couldn't realise the tool you made of me For what? I Have no clue, no, no... It wasn't too embarrassing nor cruel.
Oh! I couldn't see, nor hear, nor feel. I couldn't,... Can't ... No more.
*Say high-school filth (with self-observation) can help a heart mend become more lucid.