Bother
Bother
Bother
Damn, I'd never learn and never will be for not learning love
Following the same patterns and cycles of illusion I can't have
Saying "I'll be mature and different from the past" but it's not
What's in front me is also a tough piece to lost and to forget
All I can say is both of them are that different between looks
Thus what's stayed the same is how I fell for their same blood
That other one is a frozen lesson and this is one is warm test
In feeling betrayed by this own existence as I had always flood