Remember a warm memory
With a bitter feeling,
And the clarity of madness
It's always so tempting.
It's the story
Of being herded into your own
False sense of faith.
The security in you
Is far from purity.
And your lies,
They truly hide your eyes
And no matter how hard I try,
They will always cry
Just so that I can feel again.
But it will always be my fault,
Since I saw some hope.

In those eyes...
In those eyes...