Better start practicing what you preach.
You know what to do, yet you don't.
Telling them, "don't", but look what you do.
How do we get better? How will we get better?
Speech is silent but thoughts are loud.
Enclosed on our own shadows, echoing resides.
Words cuts like razors, bleeding in our mind.
We keep it in, 'cause blood is supposed to be internal.
Let the black ink spill from the open skin,
Because we refuse to open up.
What will you make of us by forcing the knife in?
You'll scrape the skin and make my guts explode.
Let us paint happy pictures, with bright, lively colors,
Add some flowers to cover up the bruises.
We are doing our best to survive for the day.
We do everything to remember what was fun again,
To keep us alive.
—Lighting up the torch of passion, but I'm burnt down.
Heart stops beating.
Crumbling inside.
Please, let me sleep,
And let the voices stop.
—星気の
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