What strange fantasies he has
Heat
It’s just him
There’s nothing like that burning in me
But that’s not love, you silly boy
I don’t know what it is
Love’s words
I want to have a person
That I can wrap up in blankets and protect
Who will ask me to join them
Pillow forts
Why are they called pillow forts they’re mostly blankets
さー
Buying stupid gifts because we thought of one another
Stupid things
Either side of the coin does things to make the other smile
Could we even be two full humans?
There’s not enough space here
So much me
Such a tiny 姿
In comparison to everything else
I can’t feel at home here with you
Were we two we could stand beside eachother
Besides things left for the moment they’re discovered
Is there a way to fix our heart?
I barely feel it
Don’t tell me it died before I did
If the clouds are feathers can I gather them and make wings?
When my heart breaks
Is it truly in a vacuum?
Something deep inside me that no one else can feel
Why do I feel other people’s hearts break?
Spatial awareness
It’s worse when I feel nothing
苦しむ me
You think the pain is worse
Grey and stuck
You’d think some hide of the Rabbit would show
Broken hearted again are you?
Rage and despair
And I
There is something in me
There has to be, normal people don’t do this
But I have to question why
Feeling nothing is worse
Because the crying me is yearning for something better
望みがないなら苦しむ意味何てない。
What I feel is reserved to this awful fate
Shatter me, I said
Not knowing what it means
It must be nice to have no feelings attached to the things you make
Secret self
My entire being connected to it
シンプル歌手
Can’t do it
Can’t do “pop”
Maybe that’s what he wanted
We, they and me
The Rabbit won’t admit
I wish I could bring the change we want
But I’m just the last in the line up
Last resort
I want to push buttons
But I think it’s pointless
Is it apathy to just want to go through life as quickly as possible so the suffering can end?
Our suffering
Maybe their’s too
Finally
寧ろ
I want the Summer to end so this year will be over and I’ll have completed another year of isolation
One step closer to the end of it
I see nothing in our future
I want nothing but to pass through this life to the end
Someday Death has to come to me
I’ll sprint
No one will catch me
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