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Darkness outside

Behaving like an adult

Above loneliness

Adorned with decoration, catch the eye, gossip,

Fed so many rumors of male-female relations

They're a fake, pull off the skin

A collection of jokes, if friends ever wet themselves. Cause that's a lie.

It's too late, too late.

Run run, people's mouths will follow. Announcing malicious gossip is gossip itself.

Mumbles. Whispers in an ear. Trivialities diffused through to the corners.

At the end, a "tut-tut"? I don't know anything about that kind of behavior!

People's dark places, where if I don't look it doesn't exist

Produced words, negative thoughts, embarrassed by daydream theory

A tongue grown long in the mouth

Inside words, snow is falling ceaselessly, treading shoes.

That's fine. I'm fine. S-S-Stop. Stop, please.

With a bang bang bang, even searching for things going smoothly is difficult

But even so I'm happy. Tell that to the darkness.

Wholeheartedly not wanting to be hated, I scream desperately

Burdened with the weight of following through, it's true.

Did someone decide to officially approve people?

Absolute evil parading as being fair and square on the way to eternity

I noticed on Social Networks, the bullies would upload.

"Look, look, photos of kissing! Is that their rumored honey?

A life of wearing frilly clothing, looks fun."

The things you've done, where you've went, anything and everything

As the sun rises, forget, fade away

How old do you seem by the words coming from your open mouth

Youthful indiscretion

Going back and forth, coming back as expected

Regression to the starting point, over a thousand years this won't change

You always being here, being here, being below.

I go this way, so you go outside

Ok then, bye bye, locking the door, happily now there's happiness

Love that can only be here, the shadow back then is stupidly now very small

Love I couldn't bear

Was actually something I could never replace with anything

But when I noticed, "But, but!..."

Below the curtains, the stained surface of the sheets

The water that was scattered, clouded, used to paint was again leaving a stain

Representing a speckled design. Umm, we are points and lines and surface.

Look, the design of once again searching for something.

The limit of wandering was arriving at the back alley

I was always saying, "Nowaynowaynowaynoway"

Escapism, becoming the fly pupa at the dark base of the telephone pole growing wings

Wings that catch and tear off in the slanting wires overhead

This won't work, no matter how long it takes

I'll be crushed by a very large foot

Adult blindness, hitting bottom, indirectly, accepting sin, and anguish

That's fine. I'm fine. S-S-Stop. Stop, please.

I'm no different now than a moth gathering around a fluorescent light

Lowbrow, the time when I bare my fangs,

Desperately trying to live, while they always seemed like living things

Dispassionately, instinctively knowing that I'm not like an alive living thing

But in my full in my head is the syndrome of wild ideas

Continuing for eternity, you and me

The bowels of my heart gush until it hurts

Poison behind loneliness, smoke billowing up, shut the windows, grasping hands, closing eyes, breath stops

Diving deep in the lake of consciousness,

Strangely I'm not afraid. I wonder why.

Covered by bubbled soon I become a bubble too

Instantly we all burst at once, your voice echoes