Too many mistakes we made,
Too much we were knocked around.
Broken, wasted, blots on our lives.
Neither color ,nor light.
Everything is so average.
Pity, pity, pity, it's a pity.
Pity, pity, pity, it's a pity.
We were hit little by little,
We were divided into separations.
We didn't recognize for years
We walked with loneliness.