algorithm - Mito
詞：mito
曲：mito
I hope you can find someone to help you out of this mess
I hope you define what you believe in
The night had perfect moments
Except for the whole hangover thing
I know you prefer long hair to short
On an empty city street
You walked as a kid from nowhere
And now you have found yourself alone
You wanted to be free to walk away
I truly know it
That you can see through it
Things you thought you knew when you first started
Turned out to be all wrong
While everyone is still sleeping
You straighten up the mess that's inside
It's somewhat of a relief
But mostly of its compensations
The chill of the bitter winds is what you can hold on to
I know you used to
Before too long
I hope you can find someone to help you out of this mess
I hope you define what you believe in
I truly know it
That you can see through it
Things you thought you knew when you first started
Turned out to be all wrong
For you...
