These terrible, sinful memories...
I've always regretted them so much
That I constantly have nightmares from them.
And they rape my mind until I break down...
How many times have I lied to myself
About how much I’ve felt for them
When really, I didn’t care for them?
I guess this is what being emotionless is like…
But, why does it even matter anyways?
I only need my one and lover now.
The power to break free is in my hands
And I’ll use that to set myself free.
On this path that curves multiple ways,
I’ll choose to improvise without regrets.
The same obstacles that caused my regrets
Will no longer be encountered as I love forward.