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?

Ask me.

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.