The absence of you in this city is a funeral.
I buy myself flowers every day from the flower shop on the corner,
Pure madness.
The effect of this shit is a legend.
I change my mind on the edge of the abyss while I feel sorry for my trouble,
Pure madness.
The absence of you in this city is a funeral.
I turned to a corpse that wakes up with someone else every day,
Pure madness.
Come take me, the executioner of the dead hearts.
Put it on the showcase so that they see my broken heart,
Such a thing to display.
There are things that are yours, I run away from them.
There are things that remind me of you, I run away from them.
Pure madness.