As I cried for help
I see the devil's smile on his face.
I am so afraid that I can't move nor breathe.
As I wanted to run away, I froze; it's hard to move.
As I shouted for help
I see the devil's smile on their faces, like from him.
I'm afraid to be seen.
I'm afraid for this secret to be known.
Where do I go? I don't know.
To whom do I ask for help? I don't know.
Should I just let it go? Can I forget?
Should I just continue to live? Can I move on?
Or should I just stop from here? Can my soul forget?
If I have one wish in my life, I wish it didn't happen.
It's sad because it already did.
You can't turn back time or erase memories.
But it will always be remembered.
I will always remember, even if I don't want to.
Help me, please, because I am so hurt...
Help me as I'm hurt…