I, who lived in a constant yesterday,
from when I wanted to give up
All this nonsense talk I have in my heart
You liar, you're doing it out of piety, aren't you?
But I've come to terms with reality
Looking into that mirror and seeing a distorted image
So why are you
looking in that distorted mirror, looking in it?
Can't be helped.
That memory of the intertwining past
can no longer be healed, no longer be healed,
If my voice must reach a dying heart...
You told me that patience was the most valuable trait
That tomorrow would shine brighter, but today is a challenge
Gulping down that anxiety inhibitor
You will leave me too, someday
And the sky will be shaded with black
Life goes on in that slow, dark path
And yet, as I mature, I remain dependant
That memory of the intertwining past
can no longer be healed, no longer be healed,
returning to the childhood that I lost...
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