Sometimes I thought that I was born to be alone Nobody would care about all the things I've done Whispered in my head to give up but I can't Scars are ways to find what I'm looking for (Even I must be trapped in the wrong room) And tears may always gonna fall (Wet the flowers to make them bloom) At this phase, I've learned Life is not like a mirror That reflects what I see and follow my motions And I believe everything happened for a reason Even I have to lost my direction Swallowed pain in the conscience Feels dying and tormented I take it all as a consequence Scars are ways to find what i'm looking for (Even I must be trapped in the wrong room) And Tears may always gonna fall (Wet the flowers to make them bloom)