Here. Are you happy now?

You arrived where you wanted: to my heart.

I said you it was already deteriorated...but you...

...thinking to nothing but to yourself, you totally brake it...

...you tread on it...

Why? Why?

I can't take it anymore...

Everytime...always the same...

...and I will be on the point where

nothing more will remain of my heart...

...your fault...and fault of all those like you...

Leave me alone. Leave me with what remains to me of myself...

...but leave me alone.