@migu music@

I can＇t understand what I do wrong half the time

My judgement is blurred from this last year of defeat

I never once acted like this before I met you

Now I＇m a simplified sensation

I＇m nothing; a laughing stock to some

I＇m sorry for my vicious decline into this bedlam you see before your eyes

I adhere to the progress of my helpless desire to live

My innards are freezing inherently, like winter rain

I＇m over infectous regret