This was my pain, that you thought was happiness;
Splattered on my wall, crying with me;
Laughing with you, at you;
It held my wall for it was in pain, it wanted to fall off;
But it stayed, what made it stay so long?
You humor me, answer to that,
I don’t know, I can’t know.
It is for me to feel, you to see;
Yet it is for me to cry and you to ignore;
It was for naked eye to see, but I was clever;
You are foolish, because it was for naked eye to see;
It stood there dying, with me, didn’t you see?
I cry with it, it knows my pain, only it knows my pain.