Lonesome

Don't know what that makes this shortness of breath
Don't know why that create a nerve no longer functions
Don't know where can thaw frozen blood
when the mouth is soft said: "you ..."

Are you, that create a nervous erratic?
Are you, that make feel not stabilized?
Are you, that make soul no longer ignites?
Are you, that forces the heart to meet soon?

When food is no longer make satisfied
When sleep is no longer make profound
When all become awry
Again, this heart scream: "you ...!"

Why do not you just bring this heart?
Why do not you just bring this soul?
Here, this heart was not powerless
Here, this soul was lifeless