...и возблагодарим Господа за языковый пруд, к которому мы все спускаемся, чтобы напиться.
а новый сингл в стиле Хираишин и Экцентрик лирика The stoplight, is it blue or is it green? Which is it? I want to make ambiguous things clear
Avoiding the crowd in the shopping district at dusk is bothersome. I cross the railroad crossing and take the long way home.
I am bad with the after school classrooms. But just being there It seems you can understand each other. It doesn’t even become a discussion. The me who got bored became silent. “Let’s say to each other the things we want to say”. To say, “Let’s reach a solution” That’s too optimistic.
Someone sighed. Yes, that’s probably their true feelings, right?
The black sheep, That’s right, it's okay if I am the only one who disappear. And then the hand of clock that stopped should move again. Something that everyone can accept... Does an answer like that even exists?
If I am the only one who are against it, you can just ignore me. Being persuaded by everyone just makes me uncomfortable To my friends who are exchanging looks, I am just nothing but a nuisance.
I stand out like a sore thumb in a flock of pure white sheep. I’m the only pitch black sheep. I don’t want to be dyed in the same color. I wonder when is the timing to turn on the lights in my gloomy room? There is no love inside the smartphone. What’s left behind is only the past. I can’t get along with human relationships I would have been glad if I wasn’t there. I regret it.
Most of my life didn’t go as i expected. It is full of things i cannot accept.
I was persuaded to to give up but If that’s the case, while remaining unsatisfied, Won’t I spit and bit my lips many times over?
(No… No... No... No...)
Everything is my fault.
The black sheep, That’s right, it's okay if I am the only one who disappear. And then the hand of clock that stopped should move again. Something that everyone can accept... Does an answer like that even exists?
If I am the only one who are against it, you can just ignore me. Being persuaded by everyone just makes me uncomfortable. To my friends who are exchanging looks, I am just nothing but a nuisance.
I know.
I definitely don't want to become a white sheep. The moment I turned into one, I will cease to be myself. Did I trouble someone by being different from my surrounding? What do the adults dislike from dyeing the hair? Do you think that it will be a symbol of rebellion? Am I being a nuisance just for having a different color?
Releasing your own version of the truth, While pretending to be a white sheep, Finding the black sheep, pointing at them as you laugh.
If that’s so then we are always, And at every time we are always, We’ll stick like a sore thumb here.