Say, yes they know that you’ve hurt yourself another time
Don’t they know that you’re full of pain already?
Yes they know, that you’ve hurt yourself another time
Decadence isn’t easy, is it?

Then you slowly recall all your mind
Why your soul’s gone cold, and all hope has run dry
Dead inside, never enough to forget that you’re one of the lonely
Slowly recall all your mind

If I scare you now, don’t run from me
I’ve been hiding my pain, you see?