Familiar faces
Looking at me
I can't place what's on the mind
Just underneath
There in the mirror
Wasting away
Waiting on signals
Holding back day after day
Often time spiraling by
Spinning round, passing each line
One in a million
Comes ten to the day
It makes no difference in the end
It's always the same
Grasping for answers
Not reaching for truth
Expecting to come up, when in fact
We're headed to lose
Often time spiraling by
Spinning round, passing each line
(Mata koiniochiru)
Just like falling in love again