Even if I’m in the midst of flowing time, I feel languid, look, spinning around and around
I can’t even see my heart that leaves me; didn’t you know that?
Unable to move myself away, I continue to be washed down the cracks of time
I don’t know about my surroundings; I am who I am, that’s it
Am I dreaming? I don’t see anything? Is it a waste to even say my own words?
I’m just tired of grieving; I should spend my time without feeling anything
Even if I’m given the words I’m at a loss for, my own heart is gone in the sky above
If I move myself away, if I change everything, I’ll turn it all black
Does a future exist for someone like me? Do I exist in a world like this?
Is it painful now? Is it sad now? While I still don’t even understand myself
I’m just tired of even walking; I don’t even get to know about other people
If someone like me can change, if I can change, will I turn white?
Even if I’m in the midst of flowing time, I feel languid, look, spinning around and around
I can’t even see my heart that leaves me; didn’t you know that?
Unable to move myself away, I continue to be washed down the cracks of time
I don’t know about my surroundings; I am who I am, that’s it?
Am I dreaming? I don’t see anything? Is it a waste to even say my own words?
I’m just tired of grieving; I should spend my time without feeling anything
Even if I’m given the words I’m at a loss for, my own heart is gone in the sky above
If I move myself away, if I change everything, I’ll turn it all black
Does a future exist in wasted time? Do I exist at a place like this?
If I want to talk about me, if I make myself heard, I’ll say I’m “good-for-nothing”
Do I exist at a place like this? Do I exist at a time like this?
If someone like me can change, if I can change, will I turn white?
Am I dreaming? I don’t see anything? Is it a waste to even say my own words?
I’m just tired of grieving; I should spend my time without feeling anything
Even if I’m given the words I’m at a loss for, my own heart is gone in the sky above
If I move myself away, if I change everything, I’ll turn it all black
If I move, if I move, I’ll destroy everything, I’ll destroy everything
If I grieve, if I grieve, can my heart turn white?
I still don’t know about you, about myself, about everything
If I’ve opened my heavy eyelids, if I destroy everything, then turn black!!!
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I can’t even see my heart that leaves me; didn’t you know that?
Unable to move myself away, I continue to be washed down the cracks of time
I don’t know about my surroundings; I am who I am, that’s it
Am I dreaming? I don’t see anything? Is it a waste to even say my own words?
I’m just tired of grieving; I should spend my time without feeling anything
Even if I’m given the words I’m at a loss for, my own heart is gone in the sky above
If I move myself away, if I change everything, I’ll turn it all black
Does a future exist for someone like me? Do I exist in a world like this?
Is it painful now? Is it sad now? While I still don’t even understand myself
I’m just tired of even walking; I don’t even get to know about other people
If someone like me can change, if I can change, will I turn white?
Even if I’m in the midst of flowing time, I feel languid, look, spinning around and around
I can’t even see my heart that leaves me; didn’t you know that?
Unable to move myself away, I continue to be washed down the cracks of time
I don’t know about my surroundings; I am who I am, that’s it?
Am I dreaming? I don’t see anything? Is it a waste to even say my own words?
I’m just tired of grieving; I should spend my time without feeling anything
Even if I’m given the words I’m at a loss for, my own heart is gone in the sky above
If I move myself away, if I change everything, I’ll turn it all black
Does a future exist in wasted time? Do I exist at a place like this?
If I want to talk about me, if I make myself heard, I’ll say I’m “good-for-nothing”
Do I exist at a place like this? Do I exist at a time like this?
If someone like me can change, if I can change, will I turn white?
Am I dreaming? I don’t see anything? Is it a waste to even say my own words?
I’m just tired of grieving; I should spend my time without feeling anything
Even if I’m given the words I’m at a loss for, my own heart is gone in the sky above
If I move myself away, if I change everything, I’ll turn it all black
If I move, if I move, I’ll destroy everything, I’ll destroy everything
If I grieve, if I grieve, can my heart turn white?
I still don’t know about you, about myself, about everything
If I’ve opened my heavy eyelids, if I destroy everything, then turn black!!!