Those pop songs you hear always say the same things,
reminders that we are "unique", on repeat.
Though honestly even if someone should take my place,
No one would notice
the disappeared me.
So time passes by, endless days all the same;
our borrowed existences still searching for our places.
Forever stuck in these roles that we've always been,
my beating heart slowly stops its pace.
Picking at scabs that have covered my skin,
I break open old injuries that bleed once again.
These words seep out, now blurring for a second time;
a yearning for sad songs in my every sigh.
So what's the kind of music you always listen to?
Is there a special dish that I could make for you?
And who's the one who's stolen your heart and love away?
Go on and tell the truth,
it's fine if it's not ever me and you.
I cover my ears, blocking sound, crying out:
"Why can't people understand each other's doubts?"
Though honestly, even if love meant no more than lust,
I lusted only for love to be sound.
I know that I'm useless, no future in me.
I put on an act just to be anything.
Pretending that there are things even I have achieved,
always I smile, hiding where I'm weak.
But what's still missing? I'm still searching within myself.
Without that much to work with, I settle for now.
When morning comes at 7, that early darkness;
ah, can't I dream a little longer than this?
So what's your favorite movie you always want to see?
What are your favorite words, and to you, what do they mean?
Is there a special someone you'd really like to meet?
With no doubt in my mind, I know that person will never be me.
I know, I know, no future of my own.
I don't, I don't look forward as I go.
Alone, alone, no heart to call a home;
nobody to stand next to me.
A smile, a smile, I'd like to share a smile.
A glance, a tear, please notice that I'm here.
A wish, a wish, I've given up on this.
That other landscape facing me blurs in my vision.
So what's the kind of music you always listen to?
Is there a special dish that I could make for you?
And who's the one who's stolen your heart and love away?
I know now that it's true; there's no way that it's me and you.
Repeating all these words, I gave up time and time again.
That self-inflicted painfulness cut me paper thin.
But slowly as I grew, I finally realized all that I had to say
was "Hey, you think there's time to try once again?"