Broken Stoned Heart

Sometimes I’m Good ...
Sometimes I’m Bad ...
But I’m Better When I’m Bad .

Some Became Bad ...
Some Made Me Bad ...
Some I Made Bad Myself .

You’ll Never Understand .
You Have a Blocked Brain ,
A Fixed Mind .

As You Feel My Fist, Which Goes Through your Head, and The Pain Of a Bullet
Don’t Mourn ,
This Pain Is Nothing Beside The Pain Of Your Heart, While Breaking.

All You Can Hear Is The Voice Of My Scars, On My Heart ...
You Run, I Walk ...

Don’t You Remember Anything ?
I Laugh From My Deepest ...
Deeper Shall Be The Hole Between Your Breasts.

You Run Faster, I Walk Anyway ...

Even If You Go Far Away ...
You Don’t Know Me, I’m On Your Tail .

All You Know Is My Goodness .
A Broken Heart Is The Only Thing That Remains From My Goodness .
That’s The Reason That All You Can See is My Badness .

If You Look Over Your Shoulder ,
You Can See Your Blood On The Path Behind .

You Might Not Undestand,
And Ask yourself That Why I’ve Vanished ?

You Stop ...
You Think Everything Has Finished .
Your Wrong !

It’s Just The Beginning ...
Of My Stoned Broken Heart ...
Yells ...