It's much easier
to blame a different factor
while feeling numb

a pill, the drunkenness
a lost lover
not feeling young

it's much harder
to face the facts
of comforting loneliness

breaking a method
to feel the accomplishment
no innocent in a mess

feelings delayed
loving at freedom
hating at most

give me a weapon
my heart is open
a victim, a host

they thought weakness
I grew tougher
it's much easier.