Isn’t it a choice
or the reflection of sorrow
Just strained living
no matter what I've done
suffering as time goes by
must not to make anything wrong
I raised my hands
still having nothing I can take
can’t retrieve the kinds of choice
even if I go to pains
I can’t waste time any more
nothing left. how it falls away
*I can’t live through any tortures but give up, oh just takes me down
break away the endless confusion
oh my! there’s not only lost