These eyes of mine are heavy weighted and don't want to open
Unconsicously, things are far from perfect
Unconsciously, things are even farther
We all know that we are constantly chased by our unforgiving past
Well, it'll never get me alive
Oh dear, I think I've already lost, I'm sorry but I've given up
A crooked smile and a wry glance is all I have to offer
My most sincere regrets are quite non-existant
Hope is happily lost