MAKE ME CRY

I need to keep suffering a little. It’s my fantasy.
Yes, to cry into myself and disappear. That’s my fantasy.
A strong cigarette together with your jealousy.
A sense of hopelessness, a dose of laments.
The sound of a zither, angels crying. To be absent.
A violin tearing through the dawn. Blue or pink.
A wounded bird, a pen without paper or ink.
I need to keep suffering a little. It’s my fantasy.
Yes, to cry into myself and disappear. That’s my fantasy.
A strong cigarette together with your jealousy.
A desire to write in the absence of loving ideas.
The dry earth to water with tears. That’s the idea.
I need to keep suffering a little. It’s my fantasy.
Yes, to cry into myself and disappear. That’s my fantasy.
A strong cigarette together with your jealousy.
I need to cry into myself a little. Do not take that from me.
Make me cry. Tell me you don't love me. Deny me.
I need to cry into myself a little. Do not take that from me.
Make me cry. Tell me you don't love me. Deny me.
Deny me. Deny me. Please, help me to hurt myself in me.
Make me cry. Deny me. Make me cry. Deny me.
Deny me. Make me cry. Make me cry. Make me cry.