In my little bed, I tried to read
The letters that my lover sent to me
The lines were rather blurry and soaked from his tears
But there's no one out there who could tell me how to feel
The lies in February made it really hard to see
That the unlucky one, after all, was not me
So I know that the world is ending,
But I still wanna be alone
If the time that I have remaining is mine alone,
That's the way to go
Way to go
When I try to write back,
The little voice would try to tell me not to
The lines are rather sloppy and insincerity is clear
But there's no person who could show me what is real
So by the time I get free, I hope you'd still be there for me
I know that the world is ending
But I still wanna be alone
If the time that I have remaining is mine alone,
That's the way to go
Way to go
Way to go