Trying to be someone, but never able to become anyone
We were always aching with that pain
Taking the reason that we had to start walking, and laying the blame on someone else
There was something in the depths of my chest
Always getting in my way
Wanting to vomit it out, I opened my mouth
And what came pouring out was…
It was a song of my false self, it was a song to forget my wounds
It was a song to defend the weaknesses of my heart
But even still, I was saved by such a song, with no name
And I wonder why it feels so familiar
I didn’t know about all that, about my true self
But when I’m with you, I understand it a little bit
Some things are really puzzling
But just maybe, a long, long time ago, the two of us were one whole piece?
Even that song of your false self, even that song come to drench you in tears
Even that was a song to connect one heart to another
In other words, that nameless song was itself the eternity that people desire
And I think it might be the only one of its kind
For example, if you could take your worldview, and turn it into an actual picture
And when you had a big private viewing for the finished piece
All the attendees just went “hmm, I see” and went home
Without even bothering to clap
I’d punch their fucking lights out
Ah—sorry about my language
But that’s the way it is, isn’t it?
You’re my mirror
When you laugh, I want to laugh too
There’s only one person I want to protect
There’s only one person whose side I want to be by
An idiot who won’t become anyone
In weak, but strong words, he said,
One person has become whole, one-half has now become one
For the first time, I was able to catch up to my heart’s speed
A miracle happened, when I met you
And I think that’s what I had been longing for