When questions come from all directions
Curled up, the body couldn't tell the direction
I looked around at the scene
There's walls all around and I'm standing in the middle now
You can feel the pain growing
The gap between real stress and death
It's like a farce, a fight in a hug
It keeps me from seeing everything. It's like a mirage
I gradually lost my feeling
I don't complain much when I close it up
Like hoping not to be noticed, arguing is helping
Everyone is apologizing to each other
It doesn't matter
It's like a warning from the darkness in the abyss
Let me see this
After I repeatedly get and lose (very funny)
You don't know that I have several identities
I have to be able to switch freely in different situations
Cut everything off
That's why I'm tired of living
Found that they have been following the trajectory of others, even the angle does not change
I'm tired of it
I don't want to say a word more about people and things I hate
It's all emotional
Underground in this area
I became more and more negative
I couldn't hear anything else
It's like being locked in a box
Other people's demands on you can no longer be imposed on you through thought
You didn't dare to talk because you were afraid that you would do something wrong
Even forget who you are, where you live and how old you are
Why on earth do I always live for others
Always want to be fair, but is everything fair
I have no choice
I'm not happy
But fortunately (I can write songs)
I have forgotten what I was
Who can see the difference in time and space
Not willing to share with others
I took a whisky, put the pain in the glass, and I went on singing
Who can I meet in the process
Who am I standing opposite the truth
I asked myself
What's the time
When is the starting point
How can it be avoided
There are always strange ideas in the brain
I closed my eyes and couldn't help talking
I'm controlled by it. I'm talking to death
Keep making choices, what's the price
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