They say that you were missing me
As told they who set traps were grinning - (at our misfortune)
But you, by feeding your loneliness
You're said to have accepted that you were cheating (me)
If you would ask after me, I feel pretty broken
Apart from feeling broken, I'm also confused
By realizing my mistakes one after another
I'm trying to love my loneliness
Like that, that's the state I'm in
I'm actually amid deep grief
Sometimes, without knowing what I'm doing
Fine, bad, beautiful, ugly - I'm in whatever form
Sometimes, by rebelling against my loneliness
I'm in a mild reproach to you