Feel a bit out of sorts this morning
But that’s no excuse
A stickler for rules
That’s me, but truth to tell
I wish I could do something enigmatic
Like scattering flower petals as I walk
Well, I don’t think I would though
But it can’t be just me who feels like that
When asked what I want to do
I say I don’t want to do anything
I might like to take a hot spring trip
I wonder what happiness is
Hope it smells sweet
Is there any for me?
Maybe I shouldn’t think about that
At the crossroads, in the stream of passers-by
I found myself stopping and standing there
Craving for someone to hold me
My almost fallen tears dropped as someone bumped into me
I fully realize it’s a defeatist attitude
This is me, yes, indeed
I’m someone who would belittle
Even what I really like
I might like to flee abroad
I wonder what happiness is
Hope it tastes deep
I lack for nothing though
Everything seems so shallow
At the crossroads, in the stream of passers-by
I found myself stopping and standing there
Craving for someone to hold me
My almost fallen tears dropped as someone bumped into me
Among the people living differently
I found myself crouching down
Craving for someone to hold me
My almost stifled tears dropped as I got woken up