Hold on one sec, young lady with that baby in your belly
And that body with so little innocence left
Is that stupid, pathetic little brain of yours
Thinking you’re so naive and pure? Get a grip, you fool

Hold on one sec, young man. What kind of scum are you?
Now that you’ve plucked that little girl’s precious flower
And promised her the moon, you’re taking to your heels?
Leaving her with a few casual words?! Go to hell, you asshole

“When, oh when is it coming out? Pregnant girl, oh pregnant girl.”
Just some cheap “sympathy” born from between the sheets, for you, my dear—
Though you certainly seem fond of that cynical, mocking attitude
In the end, everyone shall end up in the bottom of Hell
(They’ll all be dragged down there.)

Alas, the hero of justice is crying, now that the happiness he fought so hard to gain—
After some mutual fondling and fulfilling—has been taken from him
How much easier it would be if only he could forget
Those moments of much embracing, fighting, and sharing

Scraped skin full of scabs. Incredible points of pleasure
Such ridiculousness, with a hint of lovingness
Don’t tell me, you’re falling back into that silly, I-want-everything-my-way mode?
Looks like you’ve still got a lot to learn!

Is it about time? “Gotta catch up with everyone!”
With some mindless babble mixed in? “Stuck wandering in this maze!”
Eyes growing teary? “The lost child is trying hard!”
In the first place, we’re all supposed to become the building blocks for the future
(Such is our lot in life.)

Alas, the tragic heroine is crying, now that the happiness she managed to seize—
After much prettying up and putting up with the pains—has been taken from her
How much easier it would be if only she could forget
Those memories of sharing, sparring, and mutual comforting

Even if you bluff it, your lie’s gonna come out
Even if you’re scared, there’s still gonna be some blood
Look, the cut you tried to hide is reopening
“Even if you don’t like it, the wounds are gonna hurt.”

Recalling the memories from back then, when we fooled around, gazing into each other’s eyes, talking about our future
I feel like wallowing a little in these pessimistic thoughts
Back then, when I’d run up to you, and we’d nestle close, laughing together
I just wanna forget about it all!