I'd die for you, but you don't seem to care.
My cheeks are stained; my chest is bleeding
I'm broken hearted and my hatred's been feeding
On my regret, on my remorse, but you don't seem to care
They say your eyes are a window to your soul
Well, go ahead, look all you want, you'll see nothing.
I know that once I must have been happy and maybe deep inside I still am.
I remember once I was happy, but that was before I met you.
That was before unrequited love.