One day a kind boy was murdered
A wolf boy fed him poisoned apples
The media went wild, the internet went wild
All the stories are about the perpetrator rather than the victim
It's funny
Tragedy has somehow become society's pastime
The world seems to enjoy the cruelty of the news more and more
Boys grow up, books sell like hotcakes
Tears are just puddles of water that havе lost their shadows
There's no point in singing, thеre's only one thing to sing
"It's hard here, it's hard to live"
It doesn't mean anything, just one thing
"Something's wrong, something's wrong, something's wrong..."
Caster's tears are a lie
Don't laugh, it's eroding
Eroding tears
I started to realize there's no point in singing
I felt a little better
There's no point. There's only one thing
I just want to be with you
There's no point in singing, just one thing
"It's hard here. It's hard to live."
It doesn't mean anything. It just means one thing
I just want to make you laugh
I feel like you're there crying
I write songs because I feel like you're crying there
Maybe it doesn't mean anything
I'll give you some water
I feel like you're crying there
I'll write a song as if you're crying there
Maybe it doesn't mean anything
I'll give you water