For what reason do people have children
Is it to throw the dice on a once-in-a-lifetime gamble
In that case, raising a child is a parent's matter of business
The business costs in the hundreds of millions worth
People who live for someone else and
People who live solely for themselves
Say, "The burdens I carry are different from yours."
That's what you say to me, as you're burdened on my shouldеrs
On this night, the two people split thе cost
But the pain from who knows when, is divided alone
The hand that's writing down raw and brutal lyrics
Is still reaching out in search of you
Having made mistakes, having gotten the feelings wrong
The reason behind the heartache, wasn't it 'cause of that
We make peace and shake hands with sorrow
As fricative sounds crash inside our inner eardrums
More than happiness, what we're brought to feel is pain
Brought to feel that pain
A flop of an artist spits out from his lips
"This is fine art, after all." "Don't you complain."
I don't need anyone's advice, either
He buries himself into his over-inflated ego
A lofty dream, but without any direction
Though he talks big, his talent is meager
He spits out, "So what should I do now?"
Not realizing he hasn't been doing anything at all
Having made mistakes, having gotten the feelings wrong
The reason behind the heartache, wasn't it 'cause of that
We make peace and shake hands with sorrow
As fricative sounds crash inside our inner eardrums
More than happiness, what we're brought to feel is pain
Brought to feel that pain
Having made mistakes, having gotten the feelings wrong
The reason behind the heartache, wasn't it 'cause of that
We make peace and shake hands with sorrow
As fricative sounds crash inside our inner eardrums
More than happiness, what we're brought to feel is pain
Brought to feel that pain