Wishes? Pride?
Choose one
Fear is correct
Because it’s reality
“Now it’s your turn”
Don’t fear that voice
Prayers won’t change anything
Nothing Nothing Nothing Nothing
My life is mine
I want to scream but I can’t
On the dim platform of the station
I crouch alone
I want to realize that emptiness is happiness!
But it’s already too late
It’s always like this
I was irritated by the uncertain future
I just wanted an easy-to-understand love
Only the certain bones were waiting for me
I want to live, even one second longer
That alone is real
Feeling the touch of light
Fight, now, it’s a one-time game
Trash-like hand (cards)
Even if only the unreasonable clings to me
Displeasure is life
Flowers fall easily
So it’s fun, isn’t it?
If you confront the various things you’re chasing
You can see one conclusion
Even if it’s a bad end
I’m living
On the platform where the alarm bell rings
The approaching choice has the face of a bouquet
It has pushed a certain reality onto me
Scattered interpretability
The reflected glass, ugly me
Accept it
Deceive yourself, a transient love
Don’t be misled
Only betrayal is meta
It’s the end
You can’t win beautifully
Let’s remember the taste of mud
Even if you get dirty
Stand up
Fight, now, it’s a one-time game
Trash-like hand (cards)
Even if only the unreasonable clings to me
Displeasure is life
Flowers fall easily
So it’s fun, isn’t it?
Dance with guilt in the dance hall
The present I was given
Drink up the sorrow
The door opens