I came from a dark place,
From the deepest darkest desires
Of a broken man
Damn him!
Because of his weak heart
I will surely meet my end
I long not for
Her whom he sold his soul,
But for another like her
But damn him!
She loves the same as the other,
His face before my eyes
I am trapped, trapped
By my own madding desire
I long to be more, better
I desire to be free,
From this damned weak heart!
To bottle it up, hide it away.