My thoughts keep sauntering in melancholy
The bruises in my heart keep hurting a lot
I can lie to you, I can lie to me.
I can't lie to my heart, it totally won't listen
Gloomy times are back, so is my rebel
I shall not ease off until I have attained,
I need you to win, I need me to win
I want to go back to that place where I was
The place of glory, and there ends my story.