Every step is a fucking painful conquest
This world has left us with the evident fragility
That the blood easily oozes through our tired eyes
Through our tired eyes
Double-dealing, betrayals, one after another
Now, "who to trust?" can be a perverse game
No good expectations
New rules established an internal prison
New rules me an internal, an internal prison
I know how your shield works, and we're all looking for shelter, but not all the thorns made me leave you
It's not a sweet question, but I still want to know: Can you meet me again?
Again
Can you meet me again?
Again
Can you meet me again?
Can you meet me again?
Can you meet me again?
Again
Meet me again?