It’s not a delusion But it doesn’t seem real
A barren world of ideals, vague reality
I try to believe but I’m not saved, not one bit
I get pulled down instead
Not there, not there, nobody is really there
I’m frightened by those without faces
They always disturb my thoughts and get on my nerves
(I want to delete them)
Then it became real
While the true me is sleeping, not in reality
Waiting somewhere far far away
Still tolerating despair
You can’t buy hearts with money?
In a world where adults sell their souls and deceive
Where should I head to?
Everything was frivolous to me
This dried-up world of disguise, nothing there, just fantasy
Even though it might be garbage To somebody else
This is my whole world
I want to hope the truth is my heart aches
I know that people probably hate me
Their stares are always painful
Then it became real
And the unreal truth ended in a dream
Waiting here where there’s nobody else
The truth is still withered
“Forget your dream” “Look at reality”
In a world where adults set ideals and go numb
What can I depend on?
In a world where hearts are taken away, what can I aspire to?