I:
No matter how you try
To save us again,
I'm not yours, you're not mine,
We feel the same sort of pain.

No matter what you do
To bring me back to you,
The past is gone away,
We feel the same sort of pain.
 [bad word] 
Some things inside of us
Are burning our memories,
And looking for the path
That leads to kind of happiness.
Some things inside of us
Are burning our memories,
And looking for the path
That leads to kind of happiness.
Happiness for happy us,
Happiness for happy us,
Happiness for happy us,
Happiness for happy us.
 [bad word]