Sometimes I think about a few years ago,
Look at me now,
My mouth doesn’t laugh,
You can try go out, and look around,
You won’t find me now,
Because my vanish soul is out,
burning in the hell… It’s so hot!
Don’t be my love!
Because you didn’t know all I love…
But I know, you’d never look at me with the eyes I had looked you all my life.
PD: No sé si está correctamente escrita.