It doesn’t matter if I compare my height with others—I don’t know my own size
Even so, I know that happiness is constructed in a relative fashion
I work on matching the pace of those around me
And absolutely never falling behind
Even so, I work on never overtaking them
That’s how I go on living in a crowd
Advancing along the route laid out for me and ignorant of even my destination
I can’t see anyone offering me a helping hand even if I were to stumble and fall
The love that should be thеre was blown in the wind and scatterеd
The conclusion I’ve drawn from that is that “honesty doesn’t pay.”
Tired from walking, I looked at the pavement
Even the little flower I found there
Struggles to survive
Seeking out the reason why it blooms there
I work on matching the vibes of those around me
And absolutely never being hated
Even so, I work on never getting too close to them
That’s how I go on living in a cage
Hey, whose face is that on the other side of the mirror?
Just what was their name again?
I think I should’ve known it for a long time, yet...
The secret to living well in a town fenced in by inorganic substances
Is to quash your own will and fill your head with emptiness
Cell phones puppet humans around like hollow husks
And if you follow what they say, you should blandly face right and mimic what you see
When I break down, I’ll quickly be replaced
I’ve concluded that I’m a consumable good
And my memories are quickly initialized. Farewell to even my sadness
The love that should be there was blown in the wind
There is no one left to give a hand to me
This taught me a lesson, so I understand
I’m afraid, “Honesty doesn’t pay”
The expiration date has passed on the love that should’ve been there
Free agape is just a fantasy
Nothing costs as much as what is given to us
I’m even losing the exit to slip out of these infinitely looping days
So I continue to wander, the gap between
Dreams and reality neverending
Seeking out the reason why I am here