Pink blood
Pink blood
Pink blood
Pink blood

Even if I don’t show it to anyone
What’s beautiful is beautiful
And I already know that
Even if I don’t ask anyone about it
What’s beautiful is beautiful
And I’ve already said that

The faces of others, the mood in the room, literary masterpieces
I’ve already had my fill of reading them all

There’s no point in being valued
By someone who doesn’t know how much I’m worth
I should probably just stop working myself to the bone
If it won’t be for my own sake

Even if I don’t show it to anyone
What’s beautiful is beautiful
And I already know that
Even if I don’t ask anyone about it
What’s beautiful is beautiful
And I’ve already said that

Even when I get hurt
I have a bad habit of thinking it’s my own fault
But that’s so lame—so I’ll just knock it off

As I walk to your room
So many tears fall to the floor
I can’t stay a child any longer
Never knowing how much I’m worth

I won’t be scared anymore
Of losing that thing to fill the hole in my heart
Because I realized
That I was the only one who could heal myself

Roll the dice and go forward that many squares
Even if there’s no end to this road in sight
Whatever regrets I have, I’ll wear them with style
Until the day they become just memories

Roll the dice and sit out a round
It’s OK to not worry about the surroundings
I won’t be happy with any thrones to sit on
‘Cause they’re no good to me if they’re not the seat I’ve chosen myself

Pink blood
Pink blood
Pink blood
Pink blood

I don’t need to show it to anyone
For something beautiful to be beautiful;
I already know it is
I don’t need to ask anyone
For something beautiful to be beautiful;
I already said it is

People’s facial expressions, the “air” in a room, well-written novels—-
I’ve had enough of reading them

What’s the point of being valued
By someone who doesn’t understand my worth
I should stop working hard
at something that doesn’t serve me

I don’t need to show it to anyone
For something beautiful to be beautiful;
I already know it is
I don’t need to ask anyone
For something beautiful to be beautiful;
I already said it is

The habit of blaming myself whenever I get hurt
is really uncool
So I’m calling it quits

As I walk to your room
A handful of teardrops fall to the floor
I can’t forever remain a child
Who doesn’t understand her own worth

I won’t be afraid of losing that thing
Which filled the hole in my heart
Because I realized:
The only one who can heal me is myself

Roll the dice and take that many steps forward
Even on a path with no end in sight
Regrets—-I’ll just wear them with style
Until the day they turn into memories

Roll the dice and sit out one turn
It’s ok, don’t worry about the others
To hell with sitting on a throne
Only a chair I’ve chosen for myself will do

Pink blood
Pink blood
Pink blood
Pink blood

誰にも見せなくても
キレイなものはキレイ
もう知ってるから
誰にも聞かなくても
キレイなものはキレイ
もう言ってるから

他人の表情も場の空気も上等な小説も
もう充分読んだわ

私の価値がわからないような
人に大事にされても無駄
自分のためにならないような
努力はやめた方がいいわ

誰にも見せなくても
キレイなものはキレイ
もう知ってるから
誰にも聞かなくても
キレイなものはキレイ
もう言ってるから

傷つけられても
自分のせいにしちゃう癖
カッコ悪いからヤメ

あなたの部屋に歩きながら
床に何個も落ちる涙
自分の価値もわからないような
コドモのままじゃいられないわ

心の穴を埋める何か
失うことを恐れないわ
自分のことを癒せるのは
自分だけだと気づいたから

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