Collect all my
Tears and store
Them into a glass
Wine bottle, count
Them one by them
And don't dismiss who
I was to you and what I
Could do, lucky I'm not
As vengeful as I used to be
Now I've learnt being a better
Breed, one who doesn't slash your
Tires, most importantly one who doesn't
Slash your throat, do you still have hope?
Luckily I do, that's why I changed at the last minute
Not for you, for me.