Seven years of bad luck,
seven years of pain.
You shot your life against me
but now I've got myself again,
and I feel so high, and I feel so sane.
I've put all the rubbish just beside me.
Do you understand? Do you understand?
does it make you satisfied
when you tell me I'm a loser?
Have you ever really tried
to enjoy yourself, to enjoy the rain?
When you kiss the sweat of BATMAN,
does he understand?
Just the way I can.
No, I don't kill, I don't kill myself.
No, I won't kill, I won't kill myself.
No, I don't kill, I don't kill myself,
because of you!