Why do I,
A boy of peace,
who looks for Zen,
who craves Nirvana,
Die a little,
When I hear your voice?
Why do I,
a seeker of truth,
a being of redemption,
a lover of life,
Die a little,
When I feel your tears?
Why do I,
who is quiet,
who is somber,
who seeks mellow,
Die a little,
When you are ravaged?
Why do I,
who wants to hurt for you,
who craves your torture,
who wants to bleed for you,
so you can be happy,
Die a little,
When I don't feel pain at all?
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