What's becoming of me
Empty house, empty chair, empty voices, everywhere.
I'm so alone ,my world aches, because I'm empty.

گرم تر از پیرهن تو ژرف تر از سینه ات

من یه ادم لالَم که زیاده حرفاش

With black eyed angels beside me, I floated toward a silence deeper than death.

I hate everything about you, and yet, you live in every corner of my mind.
I curse your name, but I whisper it in my sleep.
You hurt me like no one ever could — and somehow, I miss the pain.
You were the poison in my veins, and I drank it like it was love.
Why do I still need the one who broke me?
Maybe because hating you was the closest I ever got to feeling alive.