Mad

(2003)

Cloudy day and misty thoughts are inside me
Though outside is as clearly as a summer can be
Honey. Honey. Honey.
The word feels bitter in my mind
I can't believe that you are one of that kind
Who steps on woman's heart
After you gave her wild card

Really a brain damage you've caused me
I keep on telling myself
That no one can heal that
But you,
The maker of my sad