The tears of a crowd of very old children
I string them on a white hair
I throw the wet chain into the air
And wish that I had you as my girlfriend
No sun shines for me
There was no lips for me to kiss
There is a gun that sticks in my mouth
I have no courage to pull a trigger
I was not allowed to hold your hand
And there was no shoulder to hug
No one gave me a sweet name
I’m nameless in a dark hole that I've dug
For the girlfriend that I never had
I have sworn tonight
I will give you my sickness
A sickness of broken heart
I string them on a white hair
I throw the wet chain into the air
And wish that I had you as my girlfriend
No sun shines for me
There was no lips for me to kiss
There is a gun that sticks in my mouth
I have no courage to pull a trigger
I was not allowed to hold your hand
And there was no shoulder to hug
No one gave me a sweet name
I’m nameless in a dark hole that I've dug
For the girlfriend that I never had
I have sworn tonight
I will give you my sickness
A sickness of broken heart
