Nothing's left other than skin and bones
The eyeballs are almost coming off
Nothing can be done anymore
As I'm tied down to gathering my scattered brain
Again and again I try to kill myself with this gun
In search for your love

Yesterday I transformed your figure
I can't transform myself
And you never look back toward me

You don't express even your anger any longer
I only want your helping hand

I want to drift in the warm and sweet stream
Seeking your advice after our parting
Though I know what I should do