It's my blindness that leaves me dead....
It's my blindness that kills often...
Kills often all those memories;
The memories I don't wanna erase...

It's my crave which creates all these happenings...
Yet there's the blindness that fuels up the crave...
Wish I could skip all these happenings...
Then the blindness wouldn't have deaden this hate...

Yes I explored it out, explored it out...
The version of mine so mild and soft ;
So mild and soft...

Another reason for survival
I have ended successfully...
This malice is hard to bear
can't stay noticed...
Thinking about my sins
I have committed
all these while... ...