Your heart has hurt
your heart is full of thorns
indeed your heart is sugar cane
You're spoiled when I'm yours
now you waste when you get bored

is there a promise that I cancel?
is my broken promise?
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Not even I promise
whether else should be denied
you are so sweet and throwing thorns
I am betrayed, but alienated by this world

wanting to scream,
I want to blow this deep wound
but there is no greeting I can understand
and I let this tears flow
I will not hurt again
until dry and one day I will not feel again
warmth to the flow and forget you, my hope