It weeps, it tears, its broken into parts,
yes it hurts, it is my heart,

When your life says , you are not mine,
what can one do, if not dying,
you can't carry me again, it will be in vain
you can't make myself mine again,
it weeps,it hurts.........


your eyes, your face is away from me,
but my silence will say for me,
just help me in this part of game,
i want you more than the garden needs the rain
it weeps,it hurts.........