I'm at the climax of my laughter's bruise
and they tell me to wisely choose...

Weigh my cheeks and try to smile
a bull's eye is in front of me...

"goodbye" is the only thing to say
and by the next day I'm right here to stay...

What's that object with him
just like a trophy, he raised it...

You just want me to live merrily
but can you really give that road to me...