If I were forced to choose a single room to live in forever,
I would choose the bathroom, for it is the place I've been spending my lifetime in.
My teardrops have washed the ground,
My face has smeared the mirror,
And that towel has painted back my facade on.

If I had to write a book on my life,
The pages would be filled with the same old novels.
From letters to tears, from tears back to letters,
I'd never expect a change at all.

If I had to sing a song, I'd let my tears sing,
The way they drop and twink is surely deserving of praise,
Although they always change, the past's always the same,
If I were forced to make a decision, I would wither away...