I look at me frowning behind the mirror
It's lonely. She has something to say
Like the sky will not always be blue
You only look up when it's cloudy
How many alleys do you go through
Laugh and cry
There are three or four people who love me
I want a clock with a mess of numbers
I want to be the opposite of me
What am I fighting for in this world
I'm tired to death
I have ears that don't listen to orders
To enjoy happiness and free me
I want to become a transparent stone
I can't move
It doesn't hurt
It's like the tire has run out of gas for too long, so
Forgive me for wanting to disappear for a few weeks
Everyone is running on the right track
Seriously, I want to call for help
Look at the face of love
Beautiful and ugly
Tens of millions of people have been fooled
I want a clock with a mess of numbers
I want to be the opposite of me
What am I fighting for in this world
I'm tired to death
I have ears that don't listen to orders
To enjoy happiness and free me
I want to become a transparent stone
I can't move
It doesn't hurt
(I am different from this one)
(I'm afraid of what I'm waiting for)
I want a clock with a mess of numbers
I want to be the opposite of me
What am I fighting for in this world
I'm tired to death
I have ears that don't listen to orders
To enjoy happiness and free me
I want to become a transparent stone
I can't move
It doesn't hurt
The opposite of me
I want a clock with a mess of numbers
I want to be the opposite of me
The opposite of me
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