【Translation】【Excerpt】Renegade Traitor

I tapped on your window on your darkest night

In your darkest night, I tap on your window

The shape of you was jagged and weak

Your figure is jagged and weak

There was nowhere for me to stay

There's nowhere I can stay

But I stayed anyway

But anyway, I stayed

You fire off missiles 'cause you hate yourself

You fired missiles because you hated yourself

But do you know you're demolishing me?

But you know you're blowing me up?

And then you squeeze my hand as I'm about to leave

Then you crushed my hand because I was gone

Are you really gonna talk about timing in times like these?

Do you really want to talk about the right time right now?

And let all your damage damage me

And let all your hurt hurt me

And carry your baggage up my street

Take your luggage out of my streets

And make me your future history

And make me your future love story

It's time, you've come a long way

The time has come, you have been through a long time

Open the blinds, let me see your face

Pull back the curtain and let me see your face

You wouldn't be the first renegade

To need somebody

You're not the first traitor who needs company

Is it insensitive for me to say

Get your shit together

so i can love you?

I said, take it easy and I can love you, would that be too insensitive?

Is it really your anxiety

really your anxiety

That stops you from giving me everything?

that you will no longer give me everything?

Or do you just not want to?

Or, you just don't want to?

And if I would've known

And if I knew

How sharp pieces you were crumbled into

how sharp are your broken pieces

I might've let them lay

Maybe I should just ignore it

Is it insensitive for me to say (let all your damage damage me)

Did I say it would be too insensitive (Let all your hurt hurt me again)

Get your shit together (carry your baggage up my street)

Cheer up (take your luggage out of my streets)

So I can love you? (And make me your future history)

can i love you? (And make me your future love story)

(It's time, you've come a long way) is it really your anxiety

(The time has come, you've been through it for a long time) It's really your anxiety

(Open the blinds, let me see your face) that stops you from giving me everything

(pulls the curtain and shows me your face) Makes you stop giving me everything?

(You wouldn't be the first renegade to need somebody)

(You're not the first traitor to need company)

Or do you just not want to?

Or, you just don't want to?