Every step is a fucking painful conquest This world has left us with the evident fragility That the blood easily oozes through our tired eyes Through our tired eyes Double-dealing, betrayals, one after another Now, "who to trust?" can be a perverse game No good expectations New rules established an internal prison New rules me an internal, an internal prison I know how your shield works, and we're all looking for shelter, but not all the thorns made me leave you It's not a sweet question, but I still want to know: Can you meet me again? Again Can you meet me again? Again Can you meet me again? Can you meet me again? Can you meet me again? Again Meet me again?