Every day this nausea of life is growing Deep inside my sickening mind Like a cancer these torments weaken me And will undeniably endanger my life someday Too proud to confess these sufferings I keep on walking with these thorns beneath my feet Yet the wounds are still there and torture me Finally they become completly infected So many loveless nights I have spent Shedding all the tears from my body So many times I have tried to hide These signs of weaknesses on my face