These doleful words that you will encounter
Are for my beloved insensitive souls to devour
I didn’t volunteer for this nightmare
No one wants to be in a dark lair
This frigid soul just wants a pinch of your warmth
To be caught by your treacherous arms
You got me but with a slack heart
I’m indecisive and you’re inconsistent,
what a perfect match we are!
Can someone give me a potion?
To forget this petty emotion
To be free from this prison,
Grant me my extradition