If you don't like my dull and empty eyes, you can just pluck them out.
If you don't like my sarcastic and ruthless remarks, you can completely twist my mouth.
If you don't like my clumsy and unsightly work, you can just cut it off.
You can totally break my heart. Anyway, my soul is already broken. What am I doing with this empty body in this rotten world?
My dearest one.