Since the time I used to be a crybaby
Have I changed a little?
The crayon drawing that says "my future self"
There's a nostalgic smell to it
Even though I'm all by myself now
It's not going well
There's a voice inside me that I can't suppress
What it really wants to say is
"I'm not particularly lonely."
Which would sound severely strong
Somewhere along the line, I've closed up the act of being a grown up
If I can transform my feelings into words
I'll certainly advance
Even though I've been praised about being my true character
It somehow doesn't make me happy
Noticing the kind lie
My heart is wounded
I want to fumble around to find the real me
Before I break
The anxiety I feel from hiding the smile I made makes my chest tighten
Freedom is something that's vague and insufficient
Even though my feelings have been interrupted
I'll quietly tie them back
There's a voice inside me that I can't suppress
What it really wants to say is
"Nobody understands me"
Which would be severely conflicted
In order for me to move tomorrow
If my interrupted feelings have been delivered
Come to like the present even more
The sky of the long and quiet night decides on tomorrow
Come closer to one again