show a powerless self in a sky without change raising a voice as to comforting a falling down heart gripping my palm of hand hear a voice I heard before hate myself when I try to run away from the chance of loss strength very close to weakness is always cowardliness unmatched feelings shaping future couldn't trust it back then there's a bird with a hurt wing looks at sky to fly again believing that there is no sky that it should not fly the exit that comes and goes just like a mirage hoping there'll come a day to find it the moment you fly again just like the way you used to and the sky that never changes it seemed nicer there's a bird with a hurt wing looks at sky to fly again believing that there is no sky that it should not fly the exit that comes and goes just like a mirage hoping there'll come a day to find it there's a bird with a hurt wing looks at sky to fly again believing that there is no sky that it should not fly the exit that comes and goes just like a mirage hoping there'll come a day to find it