I was crying in the living room, one hand hitting my own chestIn the other hand a knife, huddler and huddlerI was crying in the living room, one hand hitting my own chestIn the other hand a knife, huddler and huddlerBecause I don't think of youIt wasn't hardIf I close my eyes, it's like everyone will wake upIt's not the feelings at the tip of my toesI keep following you, I don't let you goI don't think of letting you go like beforeThe dizzying memories that have been going on for a long nightAre you talking about the long night that doesn't let me go like before?Ah, stop nowI was crying in the living room, one hand hitting my own chestIn the other hand a knife, huddler and huddlerI was crying in the living room, one hand hitting my own chestIn the other hand a knife, huddler and huddlerBecause I don't think of youLyrics translated by HIPHOPLE.comBaby please let me shoot for myselfFollowing the growing nightBaby please let me shoot for myselfFollowing the growing sunAh, stop nowI was crying in the living room, one hand hitting my own chestIn the other hand a knife, huddler and huddlerI was crying in the living room, one hand hitting my own chestIn the other hand a knife, huddler and huddlerI was crying in the living room, one hand hitting my own chestIn the other hand a knife, huddler and huddlerBecause of you