Hating the self was a thing
Blaming a self for being in pain was another thing
Hating someone who hurts us was in deep cut-throat in the chest
Being in the place of knowing journey was a knife of scars, and 
Everything was an unpredictable place of agony within us

Why, because life isn't easy as it is
Why, because being in pain makes us in the deepest water of asking why
Why, because being in scars was hard to forget
Why, because no matter what happened
It's always you and I be part of a painful ending

It's hard to accept things in front
It's hard to predict a situational event
It's hard to be in a place not knowing where to go
It's hard to be on the journey of being you and I suffered a lot
It's hard and yet we need to be in place of hoping change tomorrow

We fell in love easily
We care so much readily
We used to give everything we had
We always willing to give and forget
And yet, we always feel nothing but pain today

Why do create a self that is easily taken for granted
Why do hope that everything or everyone it's not the same
Why do we beg to be loved and feel unlovable
Why, because we trust and lose hope that everything will be alright
Why, because loving him/her was another thing to be in a sorrowful way

We beg for changes
We hope for tomorrow though we're hurting
We tried everything to be a place of standing-still
We gain the best and yet we broke into a pieces
We care without hesitation and yet we suffered big time hopeless romantic

It's painful to be this way
It's painful to keep moving
It's painful to try again
It's always painful and hopeless
And yet, we believe it will soon be fun again.