It's probably the way you smile
How unsure you are of the world
The world that continuously hurts you
Because the world is cruel and sinful
So the smile that graces your lips hurt you
Because the world is cruel and sinful
And you're so unsure of what you're doing
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I'm sorry for being too painful to bear
To be like a cross to carry
It is not you that has to repent for sins
It's me
But can you blame me?
I already have my own cross to carry
I'm sorry if I can't carry both of us
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If only I can fight Cupid
I'd make sure at least one or two fingers be broken
Because how dare that released arrow be my cursed token
I want to smash Cupid's hands
But all I want to do
Is hold his instead
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I'm hung up again
On a love that keeps me hung up like a piece of cloth
On a clothesline trying to dry itself up
So it can be worn and used
I dry myself up even if I'm so thirsty
Thirsty for the love I want you to return
Yet I stay strong trying to embrace the warmth even if it's painful
Because it doesn't matter how hurt I am
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I wonder if it's only a phase
I cannot even show you my true face
