Am I born to hurt others
And drown their feelings
Or to break peoples hearts
And ignore their achings

Am I living to cut them into pieces
and see their suffering
Or to fire them into ashes
And see their burning

The time has gone so fast,
But the scars that is etched
on my skin still remains,
My blood soaked heart still pours,
Cause for the invisible thorn
that is protruded from it.