Everything's the same" I taught myself
It would be difficult to belive in my bad intuition
Touch my wounds when I'm in the mood
'Cause all the dreams are getting wet and wild and too much loveless
Things are enough. The wind blow out my wind
I'm so stupid, I need someone Try on, Try on, Try on. I'm sick of it all
Life is no more a whimsy game
The parties are over and no one's here to call me "A whimp"
I'm too self conscious to boom my room
The room is full of egoistic kind of garbeges
Things are enough. The wind blow out my mind
I'm so stupid, I need you
So try on, try on, try on. How do you feel?
I deadly want to see you. Hold you, and be with you to wake my soul
Try on, try on, try on, try on. I can't go back, anyways to my past
A crying after laughter or a laughter after the blues has gone.
Which is the life?
So please try on, try on, try on, try on
You can't go back, anyways to the past
Try on, Try on, Try on, Try on...