I was crying in the living room, one hand hitting my own chest
In the other hand a knife, huddler and huddler
I was crying in the living room, one hand hitting my own chest
In the other hand a knife, huddler and huddler
Because I don't think of you
It wasn't hard
If I close my eyes, it's like everyone will wake up
It's not the feelings at the tip of my toes
I keep following you, I don't let you go
I don't think of letting you go like before
The dizzying memories that have been going on for a long night
Are you talking about the long night that doesn't let me go like before?
Ah, stop now
I was crying in the living room, one hand hitting my own chest
In the other hand a knife, huddler and huddler
I was crying in the living room, one hand hitting my own chest
In the other hand a knife, huddler and huddler
Because I don't think of you
Lyrics translated by HIPHOPLE.com
Baby please let me shoot for myself
Following the growing night
Baby please let me shoot for myself
Following the growing sun
Ah, stop now
I was crying in the living room, one hand hitting my own chest
In the other hand a knife, huddler and huddler
I was crying in the living room, one hand hitting my own chest
In the other hand a knife, huddler and huddler
I was crying in the living room, one hand hitting my own chest
In the other hand a knife, huddler and huddler
Because of you