Real Melancholy, show me the answer.
My body and my feelings intersect,
Which is the real me?
Mix two and three and intersect them,
There’s not just one world.
The number of likes, Goods and favorites increase,
while you blindly strangle yourself with your own positivity.
Let me choose the world I want to be in
With my own two hands.
Midnight Melancholy
Reborn Identity
My body, this part of me, hurts
An endearing tragic tale
A convergence of my cute face
Am I, is [Me], any different to someone else?
Reality and expectations intersect,
What’s the correct me?
The number of views goes down,
“All worlds are the same”
My character/Personality gets categorized,
I don’t like getting imposed a trend that someone else chose.
Let me choose what I want to do
All on my own.
Midnight Melancholy
Reborn Identity
My body, this part of me, hurts
This feeling which isn’t just for the looks of it,
This feelings that aren’t the same that keep piling up,
Am I, is [Me], any different to someone else?
I want both what’s “In” and what I “Love”
I keep repeating this paradox in my head.
Not another one of the endless copies
I will go past the infinite night and reach a new unknown world
Take hold of the First hand
Midnight Melancholy
Reborn Identity
But you know what? I’m not alone.
To the you out there in another world,
To the you whose feelings mirror mine.
I give you a shoutout, for my sake.
Midnight Melancholy
Reborn Identity
My body, this part of me, hurts
To the you out there in another world,
To the you whose feelings mirror mine.
I give you a shoutout, for your and my sake both.