I have been erased
From the scratched surface of the glass
That I was written on.
Running through the days
Of my endless life I do my best
To find a way back home.

Now I need to know a truth
Even if it can abuse.
Tell me, were you in a haze
When I was erased.
Only traces on the glass
Can remind of someone else
When I'm trying to recall
The day I was rubbed off.

I have been erased
Carrying hopes and fears and something else
Inside the core of soul.
Running through the space
Made for broken hearts I kick a mess:
A rat in deepest hole.

Now I need to know a truth
Even if it can abuse.
Tell me, were you in a haze
When I was erased.
I remember finger-prints
Left on me like gentle hints;
I'm still trying to recall
The day I was rubbed off.

I'm about to know a truth;
I'm sure that it will abuse.
Don't pretend you were amazed
When I was erased.
I remember everything
Like a horror movie scene.
Praise me, I have just recalled
The day I was rubbed off.