Nothin' is good or bad, true or false. It's just fate.
My brain can't be rewinded, although I wish it can.
Did I kill you? Did I lead you to the Hell?
I ask when I pray...when I pray....when I pray.

Yes, I did search all the papers.
Yes, I did call the police.
Yes, I did go back to where it was.
Yes, I did try.

Writing notes to you.
no matter you are there
or just imagination.
Bagging for forgiveness.
no matter you are there
or just imagination.

It's too real, dear.
It seems to be real, dear.
I can't handle it, dear.
I wanna say goodbye, dear.