Why would it matter if i am condemned to death?
My fate was determined, the moment i breathed
The past, the present all came to this
The moment it ends, the moment i leave
Why did it matter, whether my love is holding somebody else's lips?
She wasn't worth more then the dog i loved
Both bled when cut, both lived till death
As i got distressed, both bastards left.
Why would it matter if i was exiled to death?
Not crying, no emotion at my mother's grave
I sympathise with that women like everyone else
Her Love that's supposed to last, eventually ended in pain
Why does it matter, what age i lived?
Betrayal is the only truth that lived
Hundred of matters, thousand of lease
Everyone forgotten, nothing entailed