There’s no one I like left.
They’re in Heaven or Hell
Places no one can see.
Memories of when I was 3
Good memories from 23 years ago
I can’t quite remember them
But I can’t fully forget.
Even the dirtiest details appear beautiful:
A familiar voice… leaving me… to be with someone else…
I toss them into the trash can known as Memory,
Pour gasoline on top, and watch them burn—
Then change into my mourning dress until someone comes for me.
The only reason I’m living is to die
That’s why I was born, that’s all there is to it.
If I could just go to the grave, I’d be happy
Sleeping in my coffin, covered in tattoos, with these cold hands.
Everyone’s crying, and that’s just the worst
That’s just the worst
Just the worst…
It’d be better to forget it all.
Clinging to the past is so unsightly
So I don’t need it anymore.
Hot lips. Cold hands.
Make me forget those words.
Strong drink and a frightening dream
Just let me dance with my eyes kept shut.
The road leading to a brighter place,
Won’t necessarily be free of darkness…
Where’s the exit? All I see are entrances.
I ran on through that deep forest.
Even if my feet are torn apart
Even with a false leg
No matter how far
Run, Melos!*
I close my mouth
But my opening eyes
See a pool of strong drink and vomit.
I can never go back
But if I could do it one more time
I’d like to spit out that saliva I drank—
Men can go back on their word, too!
I love you, that’s why I hate you
But if I could see you right now, I’d like to…
Happy, but suffering
We’re so greedy…
Asking for too much again
We’re making empty pleas…
Hot lips. Cold hands.
Make me forget those words.
Tight jeans. Kind eyes.
Call me by that dear, old name.
In this wide world there lies an unknown stage
I hate my briefcase, it only gets in the way.
Strong drink and a frightening dream
When I die someday, empty-handed would be best.