Early in the morning,
the aftereffect of a spree conducted by a attempt to forget.
Whats the use of care about someone, who seems
to need a shoulder to sustain their mournful lies?
And I had enough of being hurt trying to help.
And I thought that you would appreciate my acts.
Some people don't deserves what they have on their own hands.
This world will never be what I thought.
A good fellow will be ever judged like a man who holds
a mask and never let it down.
I hope some day you realize that nothing will be good enough to you.
Tears don't bring back time.