I have been looking for a quite normal life
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday
Getting more excited
Asking “Are you ready?” and simply replied “Not yet”
Said goodbye telling “No more” what was that?
I can’t keep silent
Why bewitching each other?
The junkie got stifled even though talking about a dressed love
Sick of the esteem needs that simmer and get excited
Really sick and tired of it sick and tired really sick and tired
Following and going crazy to dedicatе the chunky
Sick of the inferior feeling that doubtеd and grovelled
Really sick and tired of it
I don’t need the short-lived and monotonous junkie anymore
Kept burning the days never looking better
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday
Standing still all the time
Saying “I got nothing to do with it” and wasting as the expendable
Looks like not understand the life-sized what’s going on?
I can’t keep silent
How dare you try to look cool
The dressed love has an answer and it sounds like junkie too
Sick of the high morals steeped in the prejudiced love
Really sick and tired of it sick and tired really sick and tired
Following and going crazy to dedicate the chunky
Sick of the inferior feeling that doubted and grovelled
Really sick and tired of it
I don’t need the short-lived and monotonous junkie anymore
Long long long imagination of the future I draw
Not up to generation but to myself
I want to laugh I want to be crazy for something I want to believe I want to keep singing
My emotion
The junkie got stifled even though talking about a dressed love
Sick of the esteem needs that simmer and get excited
Really sick and tired of it sick and tired really sick and tired
Following and going crazy to dedicate the chunky
Sick of the inferior feeling that doubted and grovelled
Really sick and tired of it
Leave the short-lived and monotonous junkie behind
It’ll be fine that I’m a permanent troublesome junkie