Who knows me before I take off my makeup and hair
Who cares about me
Who reminds me of whose face when alcohol is rampant
There is always imperfection between dream and reality
Can't see, can't hear, can't touch who knows
Maybe one day I will really go crazy
I laugh at you very boring to please
Maybe one day I will really go crazy
A bag fled from the prison
What will happen in the future
Take off the mask in front of the mirror
I can see it, I can hear it, I can touch it
Maybe one day I will really go crazy
My mockery of flattering you is extremely boring
Maybe one day I will really go crazy
Who is right and who is wrong
If one day I really can't stand it
Just want to see the smile on your face
No matter where I will stand on that day
Let you know every song I sing
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