You may go on killing me,
I don’t mind this ache
I got used to it long ago
So there’s nothing you can
Bewilder be with

It doesn’t matter that we feel
One and the same,
It doesn’t matter that once
We probably used to be the twins.
One and the same,
One and the same,
But you neglect me –
And it’s ok.

I’m sick, I suffer from nausea
It makes me unable to have a good sleep,
Makes me unable to have nice dreams.
But it’s not you,
Who makes me nauseate,
But it’s not you, it’s me.

It doesn’t matter that we feel…