If you can spit, Spit on the girl who has stolen
6 years of my life 6 years of broken dreams.

If you feel sick, Bring up on the face of this bitch
How can I forget all these feelings I can’t grasp

I remember, I realize I’m really sick
My love story Comes down to these short lyrics

Now I can swim, And I choose my own direction
Now she can drown Without breathing my submission

Don’t be blind, But don’t open your eyes
Be afraid of seeing Seeing this tragedy.