Ai jart maiself tudei
Tu sii if ai stil fiil
Ai focus on de pein
Di onli zing dat’s riil
De nidel teers a jool
Di old familiar sting
Trai da kill it ol auei
Bat ai rimember evrizing
Uat jaf ai bicom?
Mai suiddest frend
Evriuan ai nou
Gous auei in di end
And yu cud javit ol
Mai empaior of dert
Ai uil let chu daun
Ai uil meik yiu jart
Ai ueer dis craun o’zorns
Apon mai laiar’s cher
Ful of broken zots
Ai canot ripeer
Biniz de steins of taim
De fiilings disapiar
Yu ar samuan els
Ai am stil raijt jiir
Uat jaf ai bicom?
Mai suiddest frend
Evriuan ai nou
Gous auei in di end
And yu cud javit ol
Mai empaior of dert
Ai uil let chu daun
Ai uil meik yiu jart
If ai cud start aguen
A milion mails auei
Ai uud kiip maiself
Ai uud faind a uei.
El blog personal de José Manuel Goig 
I hurt myself today to see if I still feel
I focus on the pain, the only thing that’s real
The needle tears a hole, the old familiar sting
Try to kill it all away but I remember everything
What have I become, my sweetest friend
Everyone I know goes away in the end
And you could have it all, my empire of dirt
I will let you down, I will make you hurt
I wear this crown of thorns upon my liars chair
Full of broken thoughts I cannot repair
Beneath the stains of time The feelings disappear
You are someone else, I am still right here
What have I become, my sweetest friend
Everyone I know goes away in the end
And you could have it all, my empire of dirt
I will let you down, I will make you hurt
If I could start again, a million miles away
I would keep myself, I would find a way
Gracias, Miguel, pero la idea del post era justo eso, pero en una grafía fonéticamente entendible para un hispano. Supongo que no tengo que explicar lo obvio… ¿O sí?