I’ve lost it all just for my conscience.

Just for my rotten, useless morals.

Here on my birthday I stand alone.

Silent, silent, quiet as a sleeping child.

I can hear my tears fall.

I can’t let my tears fall.

Yet I’ve let my heart fall.

So little, so quiet,

Once busy, once lively,

Has died.

I receive a happy birthday from family, and from a friend.

Silent echoes,

Change clanks,

How dare I assume that I miss it,

How come I’m regretting my sacrifice,

That changed the noise,

That changed my value,

That changed my belonging,

But kept my mottos.