Yet, you told me life was to be lived
That's all but true. No, you naive
Don't you ever have that line repeated.
Two years passed, and I've never felt that dumb
Realizing you couldn't possibly understand
What the hell I passed everyday looking
At the damn band you gave me.
Eh yes, no rhymes now cause I'm done doing them.
As far as I concern, the meaning of the words
is terribly graver than the way they're arranged.
Hope you understand, little Mermaid,
What I truly feel now. Emptiness is nothing but
the tip of the iceberg that ices my soul.
My very soul rots everyday,
waiting for a never-coming birthday
A false attendance. Nevertheless,
you keep telling me this.
You, who don't even call me using my name.
You, the one I deeply adored. I'm afraid I still do.
And that's why I need to just give up.
It has always been already over. You knew it all along
as I did. You also knew that I wasn't jesting:
suiciding requires even more courage than living
for death is an unknown land. I hate you: that's not
the first time I say that. Every day and every night
I keep on thinking that. But who'll ever care?
You surely won't. I'm far away from your thoughts.
From your fingers. From your heart.
I'm done pretending, I can't face it any more:
If I had the chance to just make it end
I would take it right here, right now.
As the song says, "No Dream can Heal a Broken Heart".
Nothing could be much more true than that, Lady.
Maybe you do already know. Who knows.
I was left alone in this rolling ship
during the hardest part of the storm, and
now I'm drowning. How can I ever make it
on my own without turning in a ghost
and coming out as nothing ever happened?
How can I swim out of the deep sea
if no one taught me how to swim?
I can't, useless to say. I'll just drown
in my tears, and one day I'll vanish
as I never came into this world.
I don't feel thirsty nor hungry
not even happy or angry.
I just feel absolutely empty.
Empty, Lady, as a shell without pearl.
Then I tell you goodbye, cause
shorter and shorter I'll keep on breathing,
for this isn't "living".
Life? No. It's not worth to be lived any more
when you failed in achieving the true soul-mate
after you found it.
And once more, in my last whispers..I bless you.
May your dreams keep you safe and make you sleep.
May this night preserve you in your peacefulness
and this moon resemble the beautiful smile
I kept dreaming all along.
May whoever lives up there or down here
bring you joy and pleasure..
..and may the stars obliterate my remembrance
that darken your mind. Good bye, my little Mermaid.