Love is a mystery to me
He was once here,and now he’s someone
that I could not bear
No matter how I tried ‘ll the day I died
Damages are done and hidden within

Those were the thing that were hidden under my skin

All the burning roses
Filled up with ashes
Crying out loud but no time for condolences
Like a stranger’s ‘stare’,he never cared

Those were the thing that were hidden under my skin


Drifting alone, on my own
Be it a car or a shooting star
Its glare finally came to the end of something
I could not bear

Those were the thing that were hidden under my skin