1998

I'm not the reason you're looking for redemption

You cut some strings and everything will fade away

You try to use some physical commission

There's nothing left for you to say, by the way

We used to be friends

We used to be in a circle

I don't understand

What have I become to you?

Take my good word

Turn it backwards

Turn a back on me

Is it a absurd

For me to hurt

When everything else is fading

We used to be friends

We used to be in a circle

I don't understand

What have I become to you?

Take my good word

Turn it backwards

Turn a back on me

Is it a absurd

For me to hurt

When everything else is fading

We used to be friends

We used to be in a circle

I don't understand

What have I become to you?

Take my good word

Turn it backwards

Turn a back on me

Is it a absurd

For me to hurt

When everything else is fading