The best of me is something I should have.
Something I should let no one ever grab...

You may call me foolish, I see it as hopeless.
An evince of loneliness, the liege of heartbreak...

One cut, two cuts, three cuts, four...

My heart is beating,
I fall to my feet...

Who am I?
Where do I belong...

Thinking back on the past I realize this...
At a time, I needed revenge and at times, I cried...

It started out so simple one day,
Then the feelings grew...