On a night alone, I am thinking about you
In my room, I was passing time differently
You had left behind a stain and traces of lies
You left me, in the pitiful darkness
Depression and difficulty
With a "For starters..."
Mourning "This is the prime of my life..."
Even if I get hurt...
Telling me of your lies
Was the last kindness you did me
You were silent, pretending to be hurt
Even now, I remember your last bit of cunning
On a night alone, there's something I'm searching for
Always, in my room, there's a song I could hear
You left behind a meagre voice
You left me, in the quiet darkness
The only one who changed was me
I thought this, but still
The futileness that I realized I won't change
And the loneliness that I drag along with me, now these
are all that is left over
The disappointment of love and it's importance
Waking up to "that time..."
When I calm down with "one more time"
Even if I get hurt...
I was dependent on the lies of you, who permitted
yourself
To have a bad attitude on purpose, the lonely shackles
Of my cowardly self
Your lies were the last kindness
That you did me
I let you pretend like you were hurt
Even now, I won't forget your last bit of cunning
I ran away from you pretending to be hurt
Traces of fake tears are left over, even now
I feel like I miss you
Your song remains the same
I can't be without you
