I broke your plate
I locked my room
I drank your liquor
I tidied the room
I already packed your suitcase
I put it in the hallway
I cleaned it my life
I took you out of my body
I took you out of my bowels
I had a type of abortion
And finally our affair ended
You're dead
Throw the copy of the key
Under the door
Which is so there is no reason
To think about a return
Stay with your loved ones
br/>Good luck, goodbye