[Ref.]
Does it really have to be like that?
Is there no way out of all this mess?
Will you try to hold me down forever?
Won't you ever dare to change?
... I don't think so ... I don't think so ...
What's the point in complaining?
There's no one listening to what we say.
We can not leave it all behind.
We're bound to this world's misery.
It's like the picture of a picture,
where all the details tend to fade.
I'm feeling numb, I've lost my sense of feeling.
Your tainted promise can not mend ...
... this broken heart.
