Don't (you) all come and tell me how much you love me
When I'm finding myself so frustrating, hating myself
Don't (you) all tell me one more time how you understand me
When I myself don't even want to truly understand any part of me
Let insecurity be my friend
Let despondence drink with me
Let's see how tomorrow will test my patience
Saying pain is a gift, saying tears help one understand better
Enough, enough
Saying the sky can only brighten up because it was once dark
Thanks, thanks
Let pain be useless, let tears be useless
Just let each other off
It's up to me to decide what's useful, or utterly useless
It's up to me to live happily
Stop reminding me how brave I am
I really want to surrender to the monsters in my heart
Let self-isolation sing for me
Let disorientation walk with me
Let's see how we can still dream
Boredom is useful, innocence is useless
What's wrong with that?
Inconsistency is useful, ignorance is useless
It's wrong, so it's right
Uselessness is either useful or totally useless
What's wrong with that?
When I'm useful or useless once in a while
Seems like it's all not bad