I'm still searching for the reason,
Maybe it's there somewhere,
In the bathroom sink,
Where I washed my bloody mouth,
After our longest fight for the denasty of our lives,
Maybe you don't want to hurt me....
But.... you did,
And it hurts...., like hell.

I'm still searching for the reason,
Maybe it's there somewhere,
In the vanished garden of our backyard,
Where there are upside down trees,
Like a half naked man,
All died.... with shame,
Maybe they shouldn't have died,
But.... they did,
And you killed them.

I'm still searching for the reason,
Maybe it's there somewhere,
In that loanly bedroom,
Which used to be alive some other days,
Where we shared the closest moments of our hearts,
Which are now scattered on...