Wasting time for my broken heart
I'm holding tite what I thought something before
Still I'm nothing in my room
I've been lit up bright sunlight
Revolution summer starts to run
We'll come back to the certain age
Don't release our hold of hands we had
All day long I want to feel the feeling of youth
Sometimes we are be named “Losers”
But still my voice is saying the love to you
Don't release our hold of hands we had
Sometimes we are be named “Losers”