It must be nice, to escape this place.
It’s what I’ve been searching for.
To start over, where no one knows your name.
It’s what I’ve been searching for.
I’ve been searching for more.

Mistakes.
Mistakes that can’t be changed.
Just felt.
Somewhere inside my heart.

But there's always second chances.
It’s what I’ve been searching for.

You looked for me last night.
But I already returned.
I looked for you last night.
But it wasn’t enough.