Don't ask me how I am, I am weary.
Take no offense but I am tired to say "we"
I flight to pieces more while trying being a whole
Second spring is a lie, I am caught by the storm
It is too heavy to fate's net
It is time to bewarel of the love
Dungeons of my heart
Sometimes love and sometimes kill
Don't ask me how I am, I am weary.
Take no offense but I am tired to being good
I flight to pieces one by one whoever I trust
I am not strong for unreliability, I am at the end of myself before my rope.
It is too heavy to fate's net
It is time to bewarel of the love
Dungeons of my heart
Sometimes love and sometimes kill