‘En los lagos de mis dolores,

Encontraras mis oraciones’

Speak to me of your silence,

Of your love, your apathy,

What your heart is feeling

On those long and painful nights

When you begin to believe

It may be best to end your life

Draw for me your emptiness,

That cold and distant place you call a soul

That place you frequent,

Where images of me are burning on the walls

While you are buried in the ashes

drowning all alone

Write to me about the thoughts

The thoughts you meant to become letters

Letters that would make me miss you

Lines upon lines of how you could never

think of me without crying

That you would never give so much ever again

I know, my god, I know

And I am sorry

I am sorry because your heartbreak is mine

And all I could give you is my pain

All I could ask is for your forgiveness…