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Holding hands with my false self
Parading around with fake beauty
And the other fallen partner?
Well,they keep on changin'...

Do you really love this fake life?
Yes,but whoever said it was fa-
Because-
Because
I am truly honest.
Well,that's really good for you,then.

I have forgotten the feeling of winning
and the feeling of what they call "love"
I'm just focusing on the past now...

I sing a song that can change my memory
Slice-slice-ing at my left wrist
God it's red,such a red,red,angry song
I can feel the tears falling down
Like a star in the sky.

Now I'm a person who cut out her own past
How much more? We're waiting still to change
I can't let go.
Don't say such a stupid thing.

This life is very lonely-
I'm not even close to lonely-
but now
but now
I am convinced,'cuz
I refuse to change how I am
And I still stay unchanged

But everyone seems to flip-flop around me,And I'm seen as the villian.
I look around at this hate-filled world
From my,yes,oh,my, two own eyes
It's so blue,so blue,such a blue song
Now the tears falling are growing honest more...

Ironically...I really hate it...
But only this life...that was wished for in this place...surely.

I hate the world that sings this song
It is mine,it is my dark voice screaming out
It's so black,it's so black,a black song to sing

The words are true,the covered moon is lying though,just look at it
It is worthy,so worthy
Of my own,of my own, this only hate that is here

It is red,it's so red, this song that I'm yelling
A real world,I hope it is real
I hope you hear this loud,only wish (only wish)

All alone.