I want to show you my sorrow
I want to show you my agony...

Something always draws me back to you.
Why are you so ingrained in my heart...

Something always draws me back to you.
Why are you so ingrained in my heart...

I want to show you my sorrow
I want to show you my agony...

Now is to late to change it
hindsight is always 20/20, so...

And then it was...
existence came to be and so we live...

Honestly,
for whom does the world turn for...