People express me their sympathy or supercilious look.
But I despise those words of spreading unchecked too much.
If you want me to say all right,
that there is hysterical glory.
*The negative me is always called ignorance.
The delicate me is used to call hypocrisy.
We're hiding to survive.
The glory is fading to become the outline on your skin.
How can we restore all negatives?
How do we make everything perfect?
We can't hear until that the reality is strong enough.
And then we're willing to collapse and to fall apart.
*The negative me is always called ignorance.
The delicate me is used to call hypocrisy.
We're hiding to survive.
The glory is fading to become the outline on your skin.
How can we restore all negatives?
How do we use talent to understand sadness?
We are naturally exposed on the sharp edge.
Poor people are torn apart.
How can we restore the day of collapse?
How we are excited about the pain?
We should not love and make love become strong like that.
But we're willing to love again.
Going to love again.