What’s bad and good?  
I’m sure everything has limits.  
Who’s good and bad?  
I’m sure it doesn’t concern me as long-  
As the person admits and turns into a new leaf.  

In the end,  
What’s the matter?  
Am I happy?

I WILL GO WITH THE FLOW
AND NOT BE ENSLAVED BY
THOUGHTS THAT DRAIN MY ENERGY

The memory-the pain-the suffering
If they were meant to happen
It's so painful to carry on...

I don't feel like I'm home
Every littles is a payback of the sins I committed
So I die guilty free.

It's better if my heart stays inside my body
It should know the truth.

It's better if you leave me alone
because I'm not the person who you think.

I would rather allow the pain to swallow me
so that I will still hope with trust

Maybe I spent my time so much looking for things on the other side of the room
that I actually forget everything-
almost everything.

A lot of things influence me.
and I know things would get better
if I believe good things would come
to the battered, shattered and desperate for
a broken person likes me.

I feel like I'm strolling around the city
to get the attention.
I have the look of 'I need your attention badly' words
written over my face
so I could get to be in the centre of Paris.

I kept replaying the conversations we had
on a rainy day.
I wished I could drown out the words along with the merciless rain
beating against the windowpane.

I won't let the pain meddle in my future
I promise I'll get every better,
I promise I ll be strong
I promise I'll take care of them as long as I can