Ill, never wished to born in this world,
Yet, being born. Being betrayed, always.
Ill, want to make friends,
So, selfies that can only see the eyes.
Wrist cuts, harsh to themselves, Menhera are God.
But please don’t hurt yourself anymore.
“Cuz it’s amazing to be born.”
To those nonsense, FUCK SIGN.
Born in this era,
Keep comparing with others, what for?
Burn it up! You have your own distinctive personality.
The plan of kicking the ass of pain and depression!
Fakehera, Menhera, family and friends,
Bounce when being judged by an inferior universe.
Just dance as you like!
Now, the lovely person in front of the screen,
With this song of mine, be proud of your own value,
Claim it, “I’m the best.”
The cutting wounds that you regret, say “Sorry” to the past.
But what you’ve done is not a gaffe.
Lots of things we want to do, can’t die yet.
But the nightmare repeats over and over.
Not feeling like you were living?
It means the same as dead.
So, this lovely person in front of me,
Let’s revive you as much as I can.
Let’s make your ex regret.
It’s fine to fake smiles, cuz it’s tedious, right?
Okay, no one knows about the meaning of living.
No need to always be a convenient person!
Question the cause if it’s making you to blame yourself.
Depression starts again, forgive yourself and live freely.
Wrist cuts, harsh to themselves, Menhera are God.
But please don’t cry too much anymore.
“Cuz it’s amazing to be born.”
To those we hate, FUCK SIGN.
Wrist cuts, harsh to themselves, Menhera are God.
But please don’t cry too much anymore.
“Cuz it’s amazing to be born.”
To those we hate, FUCK SIGN.
See? You’re still alive.
After all, you are living in your own way.
Here we go! Going on! Ready! Sob sob.
Give it more. Going on! Ready! Sob sob.
Not enough at all. Going on! Ready! Sob sob.
Until the day we beat ourselves.