I brewed the very toxic I ate.

You know what this is, it's poison.

I brewed the very toxic I ate.

And I'll soon find myself dead.

This is exactly the kind of moment that triggers me to your company.

Every moment that feels like torture.

I'm like a scrap of metal,

Lost in a pile of plastic waste.

And you are the magnet,

Determined to get to me.

No matter how I hide,

Disguise,

You will always find me.

You'll always be attractive to me.

On the verge of death,

Right when I was about to regret the things I didn't do.

One face appears to me.

The magnet that can pull me out from my despair.

You.

So let's get away.

Let's run away.

To a place that doesn't exist.

In the company of someone who also doesn't exist.

Come,

Let's not exist together.

Let's figure out the recipe together.

The poisonous apple.