I used to think about why do we need
To remember the things we should better forget
It's like watching the same black-and-white film
With no chance to change the palette.
One touch of the fire and you have a scorch
To remind that it's wrong to play with the flame
So,why do we repeat our own mistakes
Burning again and again?
No matter how far do we try to run
Breaking the glasses where we see our reflections
Never mind,maybe it's just a kind
Of pain that brings us pleasure...
Now we're strangers in a crowd
We're not alone but someone's always missed
It's hard to deface that used to make feel alive
But it's only measure for us,at least...