Now that you've sabotaged my beauty and stabbed my soul,
I hope you are contented.
Now that the acid has been used for the "right" purpose,
I hope you're pleased with yourself.
Now that I finally got what you thought I deserved,
I know you are happy.
When I laid on the road screeching with torment,
You probably thought it didn't hurt.
When the mirror reflected my mutilated face,
You probably thought my heart didn't break.
Isn't the sky over your head alluring?
Darling, the same sky's an eternal blanket of darkness for me.
And the stars don't lead the path anymore,
For there isn't a road left for me.
The girl over there asked me if it still hurts.
No sweetheart, it doesn't.
My soul's probably half dead and kids wail after they see me;
But no, it doesn't hurt.
It doesn't hurt when I find mom looking at my old pictures.
It doesn't hurt when I see dad removing his glasses and wiping his tears.
It doesn't hurt.
And all this for what? A repudiation?
You said you loved me,
And if this is love, the world would be better with just hatred.
Now that you've shown how valiant and matchless you are,
I know you are delighted.
But what do I do? Which road do I choose? Where do I dwell?