"A blazer suits you more than military fatigues"
those final sarcastic remarks you showered upon me just tore out my heart.
from your side I was probably just some stereotypical half assed guy.
From the very beginning I never had such ambitious wishes,
But that doesn't mean I'm ready to give up on my future.
a fragile dull slightly bitter sadness that's wasted on them
is particular to those who know discretion and the favor of complete comfort
countless balloons designed to attract customers
escape and are dispersed by the atmospheric pressure.
I compared it to my mind about to tear apart.
I try to always pass everything off like a joke,
but I'm always thinking hard.
The hands I waved above about as a Temporary Solution,
will one day soon make an ascending air current.
a vector leading to a different future, even if I'm lonely,
I have to go forward step by step,
the repeating countdown deep in my heart,
now, to an unprecedented future 1.2.3!
The shiny black car carrying the VIP,
The elderly person that flinches at the blaring horn near her,
there's so many types of people, aren't there?
On the crosswalk I remembered you.
Even if the ring before me is surrounded in barbwire*,
I'm secretly aiming for a chance to stand there.
I imagine my glorious comeback, and a smirk comes across my face,
Someday I'll show you, the three count I get wearing my fatigues.
the ray of light I saw in the dark reaches my hand,
and I get a mysterious power,
yeah... that's not likely to happen.
After I watched "The Shawshank Redemption" off the video I recorded,
I felt more and more, assured.
the hands I wave about in the darkness
will one day soon make an ascending air current
I blamed others that I'm not adult enough but,*
I'm very very grateful.
Darling, I wish you the best,
But I ain't looking back anymore, 1.2.3!