The stories behind my back
It hurts you, it insults you
Those tails break my wings
Who's having me, where I've been
When you let me down the drain
God let you have those "honest women"
Those who bark behind my back
The wanna be saints
You will miss all I am
Your heart will ask where I am
And everything will be like before
But I won't be there
Don't feel flustered
I've just raised your price
They do not want your lips
They want what used to be mine
They do not love you for being handsome
For being good, for being great,
My dear, each copy
Would like to be the original
Beautiful women have bad reputation
Devils, no matter what they're like
I do not have the will to justify myself
If I'm falling, I'm falling on my own
When you let me down the drain
God let you have those "honest women"
Those who bark behind my back
The wanna be saints
You will miss all I am
Your heart will ask where I am
And everything will be like before
But I won't be there
Don't feel flustered
I've just raised your price
They do not want your lips
They want what used to be mine
They do not love you for being handsome
For being good, for being great,
My dear, each copy
Would like to be the original
Don't feel flustered
I've just raised your price
They do not want your lips
They want what used to be mine
They do not love you for being handsome
For being good, for being great,
My dear, each copy
Would like to be the original