Once I stop, the ground sinks under my feet
I've chosen the muddy path somehow
How silly of me, I sneer at myself

I'm not living alone
But my wounds have gotten worse instead of better
I've become good at clinging to people

How much more pain do I have to swallow
Before I can understand the truth?

So many times I've tasted
The bitterness of living with hate and spite
How many times have I encountered inflexibility and obstinacy?

What I'm asked for is always what I don't have
What I cannot give, ask for is what nobody has

I cannot live without hurting others
I cannot atone my sins if I'm dead

I hurt people, still I'm living on...

Even though I destroy everything,
I can't become innocent again
Darkness looks for void to fill, calls for spirits
Over there, I hear the soft voice of a woman

I cannot live without hurting others
I cannot atone my sins if I'm dead

I cannot live without hurting others
I cannot atone my sins if I'm dead

I hurt people, still I'm living on...

How much more pain do I have to swallow
Before I can understand the truth?
What I'm asked for is always what I don't have
What I cannot give, ask for is what nobody has

I cannot atone my sins if I'm dead

I hurt people, still I'm living on...