I can't recall
advertising those sightseeing tours
I don't allow
you to come, and spoil my place
I won't regret
showing you the way out of here
I can't forget
that you left your trash in here
I will remember
that you felt better, staying in there
But I can't take more
of this melancholy, coming into my brain…
leaving behind scars, memories, pain.

Leaving trash behind
bathing in the sorrows of my mind
trying to find
the way out…
I'll show you
I'll kick you
out of my mind
and out of my life.