Just how many times have I found myself cowering here
I can't even remember, it’s been so many times
This suffocating scent trapped me in memories
The contents of my heart surging down the drain

I spilled the lemonade down the sink, and the next night
I closed my eyes; and when I opened them
All of a sudden, my face was on display all around

These kinds of unfulfilled thoughts
Are pouring out from the knob in thе bathroom
Still shouting out that at this point, I've gotten used to bеing alone

Please hear out this last request of mine
Just ten seconds of your time is enough for me, so tell me

Just how many times have I found myself dying alone here
I can't even remember, it’s been so many times
This suffocating scent too painful for me to bear
The lights of my heart falling to the bottom of my pillow

As innocently as children laughing forever
I hid this incurable disease so deeply no one'd notice
The strain within concealed by wrapping it in a package of joy

That night where I should have poured the lemonade down the sink
My eyes went cold from an ache that seemed to mock how empty I was
In a world where everything's been arranged, I take on the cross of "certainly" doing
Without breaking down the reality that I've cried all alone

Please hear out this last request of mine, self
It's fine if you get torn open, 'cause everyone spills out all the same

In the sink, the lemonade
Got spilled out