Here I am, hospital again.
O body, that houses me,
O body, that creates me,
Why are we one and yet so barriered?
If you’d have told me,
We wouldn’t be here.
If you’d have told me,
We wouldn’t be so battered, now.
Now I wait for the interrogation’s results.
They make you bleed,
They starve you,
They take all of you,
Just so you’ll finally talk.
I don’t hate you,
Not anymore,
However the feeling isn’t gone.
I’ll keep trying to better us.
I’m sorry.
I need a moment with an other,
If you’ll excuse me.
When they come again,
Please give them what they need. Don’t fight them too badly.
Alright?
I suffer alongside you, you know.
