I dragged myself into it,
I threw myself into it;
Carefulness abandoned me.
If you sense that there’s something wrong;
Certainly there’s something wrong.
Now that I’ve realized, all the harms have been done.
I could save me from the sins,
In so many possible ways.
If I was Rebel,
This house would have turned into a Slaughterhouse.
If I listened to the instincts,
I wouldn’t have to face it at all.
I could stay as young
As before.
After all it wasn’t love,
Just a scar.
Possible ways, to run
Possible ways, to be saved
