I Close my eyes, help forget all my life. This is the end, I'm standing on the edge of knife. I never thought that I would come to this. I am no one is going to miss.
II I cannot bring myself to accept. I don't remember which way I stepped. Causeless self-loathing would kill me. Is there nothing can set me free?
CH Echoes of the past, that can't shout down. Shards of mirror that have become my crown. Traces of he claws, disfigured my true face. Except for me there is no other place, Old scars.
B Who've I become and what I have? Only by memories I tear myself.