The apathy of my heart refuses to ask for love.
For it is as cold as a gravestone,
in front of which you have buried my bone.
I feel no sorrow, for I have done my part.
I tried my best to make a home out of you
but you kept tearing it down.
I lended my soul to you whenever you walked away,
hoping you to return it as safe and brave.
But whenever you came back home,
you brought it back so weary and grave..