The pain speaks of old wounds still here
I dare not love another, for every love ends the same way
What's the point of loving, only to part with one and be happy with another
The remaining one's heart feels dead, collapsing in laughter

I'm sorry, but I can't expand my heart to love you right now
You're wonderful, but I'm sorry because I will be the one to change
For my feelings now, there's nothing but boredom
Bored of love, of fake life, of emotions, even love has run dry

So now I hold tightly to that pain, locking my heart, afraid to love another
Too much deceit tormenting my heart, lost faith in two words: promises
That pain now is a wound in the heart
And that love affair is like a fleeting dream