in chains, why is it like this?
how did we become like this?
like always, it's the same day
and i'm some place alone
what do we look forward to?
what will we throw away again?
like a fool, i give and receive wounds
why is it like this in this strange world?
now there's no love in anything between us
it's only a game of tug-of-war
now there's really no love in anything in our relationship
only a bed of thorn grows endlessly

now there's no love between us...
someday will i be there?
it all this were to pass like the wind, would i be able to smile?