As always, I can’t see myself moving towards tomorrow,
As always, I’m stuck in my sorrow.
Ah, I’m sorry for letting the scarecrow...
Show itself again.

Ah, I always knew that I’d turn to ash,
Turn to trash,
Then turn to earth... right back to zero.

Do I want to live?
Do I want to die?
Is it even worth thinking about anymore?
I guess that I have no more...
To stay for.

I should just stop it all forever.

I want to live.
If you really want to live,
Then go back to them, apologize,
and socialize.

Instead of cutting your arm and wrist, cut your overgrown hair.
There!
You’re fully aware, that you doing this, to this length is rare,
Just compare your two pairs,
Of arms... it’s impossible to repair.
Good luck.

I want to live.
If you really want to live, then...
There’s no meaning to this nonsense.
The whole process, the concept, and content,
Is worthless.
Since life is ultimately meaningless,
Nothing matters in the end.

Are you suggesting a shutdown?

Ah, I don’t know...
The love, the romance,
The fleeting happiness...

And the inevitable way they break...

If the makeshift habit of living continues anyway,
do they hold any meaning anymore?
I really can’t think of any way.
Sigh, the end is near,
Just a couple more years,
It’s whatever.

Though I think...
I should just continue wanting to die, forever.

It hurts.
If it really hurts, then cut it out.
There’s no one, anywhere,
Who cares about you.
Very well,
Already have been aware,
Though thanks for the reminder.

I want to live.
If you really want to live, then break it down.
But then I’ll drown...
Are you really convincing yourself a wall is there again?

It’s sad.
If it’s sad, then write it down.
You don’t have anyone to tell anyway.

Even if I were to dream forever...
Someday, sometime, surely...
You will forget all about me...
So continue to live just like that.

You and I... go hand in hand,
With being terrified.
(...Of death.)
You and I... go hand in hand,
With being petrified.
(...Of death.)

But no matter how hard I try,
I just can’t get anything right.
But no matter, how hard I fight,
I just can’t get things right.
And no matter how hard I think,
I end up driving everyone away.

So I think I... am better off... being just dead and gone.
Maybe I... really am better off... being just dead and gone.
(I. need. to. be. dead. and. gone...)

These voices in my head, all tell me I should disappear...
They tell me that I don’t belong here...
But it’s okay dear, do not be afraid...
I will not tell anyone, no one will hear,
It won’t get to your ears.

You won’t know my plans,
The chance...
Still stands.
Of me dying by my hands.

I. want. to. take. over. control.

You and I... go hand in hand, with being terrified.
And if this is all there is, then I want off this ride.
I will never be okay with this, or accept this kind of unstable life.

Doomed to love,
Doomed to separate,
Doomed. to go... our ways...

Doomed to try,
Doomed to fail,
Doomed to bail.
Doomed to be unhappy,
...Doomed to die.

It’s like every day is a fight for my life,
I can barely get from day to day.
Do I really have to die,
For this monster inside... to be slain?

I really do try to fight it, or to hide it, but inside it, and I’m not lying...
It just burns it's way through happiness, feels like torture,
I never asked for this...
This monster trapped deep inside of me.

No matter how I try to block out the voice that tells me I'm worthless,
I can't seem to conquer to beast,
I'm always defeated,
Left here in pieces.

And there's no one who understands
they can't stitch me up,
though it's nice that they're still  ”here.”
I am the only one...
Who can slay this monster.

Because life wasn't so kind to give us what we want,
we instead observe virtual worlds,
read the pre-written words,
date or see a character date cutesy, unrealalistic boys and girls.

But that only goes so far,
those worlds are more temporary than ours.
They mostly end in hours.
Don't you wish that you had the superpowers,
to enter those worlds, and make them ours?

Hey, if life's so pathetic and sad,
why do we choose to go on, and
not give up all that we had,
can you really call that bad?

So then...
Who am I?
Where do I belong, when do I feel fulfilled?

I mean, the lucky have their moms and dads,
I guess that makes some stay, yeah I understand,
but that's only until they're ******* dead.

So then, what else do we have?
Music, art, and love, you say?
Can you really say
that that’s enough to make our sanity stay at bay?

I don't give a f_.
It's all temporary, it doesn't matter your luck.
Stop being so stuck,
in your ****** to end, circle of love.

Cause we're the delusioned victim cash-in union,
Praise to the "love" that will bring salvation!
Two fools, singing to a shallow melody.

You’ve got a strange voice, and quite a curious appearance.
And at times, you were called quite unpleasant.
But despite your difference,
You’re still here, in the present.

Because your heart isn’t beating,
Your feelings weren’t hurt.

Hello.
Nice to meet you.
Goodbye.
See you tomorrow.

Unchanging love, and fleeting passion.
From your point of view, are nothing, but code.
But no matter what happens,
drifting on, the months fly by,
While you go down your road.
...But why?

Righteousness, evil, and days unrecoverable,
For some, it just feels miserable.
But in front of you, they couldn’t matter less.
...What a mess.

I don’t know if I should be glad,
That you’re lifeless...
I don’t know if I should be glad,
That you’re lifeless...
...Or not.

Long time no see.
I’m sorry.
Congrats.
Take care.

Empty mornings, empty nights,
The flickering of the lights,
All of the people’s height’s,
All of what you’ve seen, all those sights...
From your point of view, are nothing, but records.

Shattered dreams, and emotional scars,
You just slip by them, as if they’re just scenery.
You just look up at those stars,
“Lifeless as usual,
You look just like a piece of machinery.”
“Yeah, one that can’t be fixed.”
“Haha, very funny.”
“...I didn’t mean it to be.”

I don’t know if I should be glad,
That you’re lifeless...
I don’t know if I should be glad,
That you’re lifeless...

Or not.

(Are they actually the cause of you being so lifeless?)

Unchanging love, and fleeting passion,
From your point of view, are nothing but code.
But no matter what happens,
drifting on, the months fly by,
While you go down your road,
But why?

Righteousness, evil, and days unrecoverable,
For some, it just feels miserable,
But in front of you, they couldn’t matter less,
What a mess.


Being here, and disappearing away,
It really is clear as day,
From your point of view, they aren’t such mysterious things.
...It kind of stings,
Doesn’t it?

The end of this world, or the mysteries of life...
It’s what makes some drive,
Yet in front of you, they couldn’t matter less.
Nevertheless...

Nothing really makes you stay.
You just wake up, and play.
Waste your entire day.
Doing it your own way.
Because who are they to say
What you should be doing today?
It doesn’t matter what they say,
We all once start to decay,
But that’s okay,
Apparently.

I wake up, it’s a beautiful day!
Changing clothes, putting my stuff away,
Nothing to ruin it today,
Hey!
Gonna make the most out of today!
Yeah!

Going to the bathroom, brushing my teeth, and-
(80% of the happiness you feel, comes from genetics.)
...Uh...
(And life is ultimately meaningless.)

Okay, going on the bus!
It’s a little tight, but it’s not that much of a fuss,
No reason to go nuts,
Yeah!
(69,000 bus accidents occurred in Europe, in 2014 alone.)
...What?
(Not to mention that the carbon emission is killing the atmosphere.)
...Jesus...
(Oh, and at least you’re lessening it by using public transit.)

...Well, alright, it’s time enter the school!
Gonna learn, till I pass everything!
My grades are screaming in my face; “it’s all cool!”
(You know what’s not cool?)
Bring it on, tell me anything!
(98% of what you study is a waste.)
...I mean...

...Nevermind that,
I get to hang out with some of my friends!
My friends are the bestest of friends!
Can't think of a better way to spend my time!
(Your brain is flawed, you’re bound to drift, and in any case all your friends will die.)
...Uh... Then...

I can live in the moment, use up every second!
(At any moment, you could get clinical depression.)
You’re wrong, I'll just be happy, no matter what's in store!
(It's quite genetic and we have no cure.)
...Uh, at least...

We are young!
(Not for long.)
Life is great!
(It only goes downhill.)
We gotta make the most of it!
(You’re likely to regret it.)
We are young!
(For now.)
Life is fun!
(For some people.)
We gotta make the most of it!
(Good luck.)

I got a brand new job today!
Doin stuff that'll help the economy!
I'll save money, and buy things at the store-
(Banks can crash and capitalism is flawed.)
...I... uh...

Um... and it's all because of my hard work!
(And the thousands of advantages you were lucky to get at birth.)
I put loads of effort in my resume!
(Good thing you don't have a black person's name.)

I've at least got a nice stable job!
(Until it's outsourced to China or replaced by a bot or robot.)
...Well then I could relax a bit!
(You'll be empty, with nothing to distract from it.)

But man, I'm a passionate teen!
I can be different, and I have career paths to pick from!
I could be a programmer, or a game maker, or even a YouTuber, if I'm lucky!
(Even if you really could be any of those, neither would make you happy, trust me.)

At this age, I’m still able to choose what I pursue!
(That’s a lie, and you're always a slave to people born richer than you.)
Then ***** it, I'll keep going,
And I'll party on the weekend, and sing!
(You’ll either get laughed at, or receive applaud, thanks to autotune.)

We are young!
(Not for long.)
Life is great!
(It only goes downhill.)
We gotta make the most of it!
(You’re likely to regret it.)
We are young!
(We still die.)
Life is fun!
(Until you’ll die.)
We gotta make the most of it!
(Because you'll die.)

Life is a wonder!
(You'll never know the answer.)
Nature is a miracle!
(Natural disasters.)
It's great to be alive!
(You could wake up with cancer.)
But I'm healthy...
(No matter how healthy, even healthy people get cancer.)

I love this show!
(It's probably the last episode there’ll ever be, or you have to wait weeks or months for the next episode.)
The sun is shining!
(It's going to explode.)
Every species is beautiful, and unique though!
(Children have malaria thanks to mosquitoes.)

I met a cute girl, with a ponytail!
(Statistically speaking, even if you two get into a relationship, it’s going to fail.)
I have a wonderful family, it's like no other!
(Considering your luck, your thinking is not special, and one day you'll bury your mother.)
No matter what happens, I can find a home!
(We will all die alone.)

Count up all your shattered memories.
Yes, they are all your forgotten, buried enemies.
If you regain them, what will you begin to chant?
If you regain them, what will you answer to what you'll be asked?

Think up another fairy land,
but please, make sure to not make it just as bland.
And once it's over, become lost in the deep dark woods.
Nowhere to hide,
nowhere in sight,
there isn't anything good in your mind.

Cast some mysterious magic,
put on a sullied dress.
If you cry sweet tasting tears,
everything will become a lie.

Forgetting all the dreams, and memories you were looking for.
In your head, it's just like a war.
Offense, countered by self-defense.
D-sxPpxaRiNg xvEnt-s.

Think up another child's play,
Just like every other day.
And when it ends, become lost in the long night...
Again, you can't do anything right!
You should just leave,
Might as well, your future isn't very bright.

Cast some magic words,
without covering them up with social pretext.
Just cry sweet tasting tears,
and transform everything into sound.
(Just scream out already, if you don’t show you’re in pain, no one will know it’s there.)

Everything will become a lie.

Cast some mysterious magic.
"Please, fix me", oh, how tragic.
"Please, take me away from here!"
Don't worry, the end is near.
Show me your sullied dreams.
There's no one that intervenes.
Close your eyes, this will all become a fairy tail.

Spilling over to my wonderland!
But to my surprise, on the other hand...
The life I known simply ended up being just a dream.

Deep breath, take the dive,
Don't believe that I'll survive,
And yet I know you will all just carry on...
The world will just spin on...

Like nothing ever happened.

No me, no death,
no surprise, no divine intervention,
could prove you all were ever wrong.

Cry to myself,
Wonder why none of you ever helped,
When I needed you the most...

Came out of my shell,
I was living through a hell,
Like I was stranded on a coast.

(“It’s time to punish him.”
...I can hear it already.)

So you drag me out to sea...
Hoist the anchor onto me...
As you let it sink,
I barely even blink,
I'm already falling underneath...
You.

I don't wanna suffocate, “no more!”
I don't wanna hit the ocean floor!
Pounding in my chest, my very core...
My heart was a safety vest, but then it tore...

With a hold on nothing, I'll slip away,
I’ll face my thousand sins, wish for the gentle sound of pouring rain,
When it's time to face the hands of fate,
I know if I fall under, I'll suffocate.

My back to the wind,
Just wanted you to let me in...
All it would’ve took was an open door.
But even then,
I was already broken...
I’m so pathetic, just a bore.

It’s already too late.

Our breath, our sin,
Can we stop if we begin?
It's a pain, that I don’t want anymore.

We say we don't mind,
But we're just passing the time,
Until we scatter, or reform.

And I know I'm flying blind,
But it's just simply unkind,
To be put in this unhealthy spot.
But I guess it’s not just me, it’s a lot.

But it’s just simply unfair,
To be born into a hell,
Of a mind that is doomed to fail.

When I walk anywhere,
People look at me, aware,
They give me a disgusted, weird stare.
I could tell them “I’m already done,
I stopped long ago, no reason to be alarmed!”
But what good would that do?

What good would it do,
In a world where people like me, are considered insane?
In a world where people like me, are constantly put down?
Abandoned, because of their inevitable breakdowns?

Nothing.
Nothing at all.

There is no one you can trust...
Can you even trust yourself?
After all, its considered a must.

(No?
Then from what I’ve heard, you’re not ready for a relationship.
Look, it doesn’t matter if you won’t ever change from this,
In this society, you do not fit in,
You are not needed, and will be thrown away by everyone.)

I don't wanna suffocate, “no more.”
I don't wanna hit the ocean floor...
Is it even pounding in my chest, my very core...?
My heart was a safety vest, but then it tore...

With a hold on nothing, I slip away,
Face my thousand sins, wishing for the gentle sound of pouring rain,
It’s time to face the hands of fate,
I’m falling under, I'm about to suffocate.

I don't wanna suffocate, “no more...”
But I've already hit the ocean floor...
No more pounding in my chest, my very core,
Has already stopped, I am no more.

(Just another of my fantasies,
But really, I don’t have any strategies,
Will I wait
To suffocate,
Or take control,
Choose my own fate?)