You're begging on your knees, without dirtying you hands. You want someone to love,
Will dare not ask me again.
A trusted friend in my exile... A string was born to place; the fish hooks in my flesh. You're clinging to what I have left.
While I forget in my exile...
I drag these rags and tatters on my feet. Here a test I know that I can beat.
and kiss the tears always.
My choice is who I should betray...
Or to stay in my exile...