Heaven of great intellect is weeping for me.
I'm forever shackled by my self-inflicted misery.
Overshadowed by cloud of looming cowardice.
I can't survive, even at the magical world of alice.
Flames of courage, little by little, I saved from day to day.
blown to ashes by sorrow, the precise moment you turned me away.
It hurts me so bad when you left me drowning in my own tears.
Now, to love and be loved is one of my greatest fears.
Like a moth who is lured in the candles' flame.
I am caught by your self-entertaining game.
I'm tormented by the woman I put first.
Alas! Agony is your curse.
