I cry
I never cry for films
sometimes I cry for books
Anyway I cry
I'm crying

maybe you think that I'm just complaining
But the problem is the question,
that is "WHY?"

Tears of what?
I don't know at what my tears are due to

I think they're for the happiness found in his love
or maybe they're for the nostalgia of the liar,
who stole my love, times ago
And now I'm in my lake of tears, situated
in my middle earth, full of doubts, suffering and
heavenly happiness at the same time.

Oh I need a help
I ask for saving myself
I pray to my love but I'm thinking
about the liar

Therefore I die in the extremely wide, deep and
putrid lake in the
middle earth of my middle heart.