O woe with me, my heart, it has been crushed stabed and mamed.

O woe with me, my heart is empty and has nothing left to give exept haterd and dishoner.

O woe with me, my love has left me beatin and alone, but i still love thee.

O woe with me, my hert feels like a black hole, nothing but emptyness with nothing to gane and nothing to loose.

O woe with me, my blackend heart is the only thing left in my bleeding sole.