Hic.
I am not drunk.
I am just slightly...sick...
I'm having a funk.

The world seems to have more color
Than the one I used to adore.
Well, I like this one more,
Let's enjoy this galore!

Then I walked into a water puddle.
I realized something reasonable.
And all the time inside this junk
I was being drunk!

.45 ACP.
The bullet's velocity.
It speeds through the street
With just a single fleet.

7.62
The temperature drives through
Through the way the bullet flies
To where it can finally shine.

.44 magnum.
And the time comes.
The bullets hit their orders.
We finally meet each other.

Staring blankly
At the wall.
Just smiling happily.
Not moving at all.

"She's thinking, maybe."
"Or she's just blind."
"No, she's crazy."
Criticism of all kind.

We do what normal people don't.
And they think we are sick.
But the part they were wrong
What makes us sick makes us unique.

I wanted to be a candle
To light up my dear's dreams.
But before I can even handle
I'm already melting at my seams.

There are times I can emit a dim light.
But sometimes I burn with fright.
I am uncontrollable, maybe.
Or a bit insecure and disposable.

The lights on me keep burning.
Until I melt into something.
But then if you freeze me,
I think you can save me...

The wind howls tonight.
The moon still shines bright.
The leaves are wiggling.
I am still waiting.

Under the soft dancing rain.
The city looks like decoration on porcelain.
The water drops down the vain,
Softly like winds against curtains.

Under a little tree outside.
With the cold, romantic air tonight.
I guess it's a beautiful sight.
Oh look, he is there alright.

Little bullets, little shells.
The ping echoes very well.
The sound of lead falling to the ground.
Peace has finally been found.

The cheering noise of the winners.
And the calming complaints of the losers.
The arguments about anything False and True.
And the hugs between me and you.

Everyone and everything,
With their own noises and things.
But what I love about such loudness,
Is that people won't mind our business.

The little sound of lips touching,
The movement of our kissing.
The little wounds on my shirt
And the victory in our heart.

Life was tasteless
Without interests.
No tragedies, no comets,
Nothing to regret.
But then everything changed.

And everything changed.
Nightmares and depression.
Rainclouds of suicide and mental conditions.
Life would be so much more happy.
If we just live normally.
Thank you for Doki Doki.