Change

Me, who wants to change without becoming someone.

The things what seem to be what they mean most are the biggest lies, right?

No matter what I do, I'm dissatisfied, pretend and become someone I want to be even less.

It's like a soft light in my heart.

I know I don't like it, so I'm gonna lose sight of it.

To avoid seeing it, I'm giving it to you without paying attention to you and your feelings.

I don't want to be silenced by something like the look of my desires.

It's all in all a lie, isn't it?

The moment can't reached, I just want to be beautiful in the moments you're in.

But now you're like this... so far away that I can't share any more memories and thoughts with you.

I regret my pathetic deeds and want to spend the rest of my life with benevolence.

But the things I once did cast a shadow from which I can't escape.

Imperfect, annormal.

That's probably the best way to describe me.

Why this world looks so ugly is because we try to paint over everything we don't like.

The noises takes on a color I begin to hate for no reasons.

Loneliness is transparent on the other side of this sky...

Don't break it, we're the ones who's changed, right?

It's so nice that I don't get it, we're imessed in a hallucination.

Let's get out of here, let's merge this unshakable loneliness!

Don't remove out heartbeats, because they are the only thing that still connecting us...

The further and further I get - The futility of the whole made me realize the cruelty of this illusion.

The further and further I get - The narrowness my mind becomes in an expanding world the greater my discomfort.

In the midst of an expanding gaze my mind is nowhere to be found - Can you hear my frightened voice even now?

Look at me, not this illusion.

Even if I recreate myself, I will not be myself but will continue to wear a mask.

I'm so afraid of not being myself the more time goes by.

Why? Are you wondering? Well, unfortunately, I don't know that myself.

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