I have nothing more to say to you,

Open your eyes,

Open your mind,

And maybe then I'll consider conversing again

Open your eyes,

Open your mind.

There's nothing I can give to you,

You'll take it as it is, and turn it into a tragedy.

will only cut my skin,

And there's no room for scars here. Words of glass will 
only cut my skin.

Pick up a thorn and frame it, so one day you will 
realise, your speech is a privilege.

Loose it one day, and you will regret it.