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Sometimes I’m afraid of myself too,
From the self-disgust and depression coming to play again
I am already dead (I killed myself)
It’s been a long time since passion has died and comparing myself to others have become my daily life.
The first day I visited the psychiatry department, my parents came
to get counselling with me.
My parents said that they don’t know me well
I don’t know myself well either. Then who would know?
Friends? You? Nobody knows me well.
The doctor asked me
Have you ever wanted to commit suicide?
I said without hesitating, that there were times when I have.
Like a habit, I say “uh, I don’t give a shit, I don’t give a fuck”
All those saying are, uh, trying to hide my weakness
That time I want to erase. Yeah, that day of performance that I can’t even remember,
Myself that looked back at me as I hid in the washroom, afraid of people.
That time I, that time I..
I thought success will make it all worthwhile
But you know, but you know
It feels like I’m becoming more of a monster as time passes.
The monster called success that I paid with my youth, wants more wealth
The greed that used to be my tool is now turning to swallow me, ruin me and put a leash around my neck
Some people forcefully cover my mouth and tell me to swallow this forbidden fruit
I don’t want it. They want me to leave this garden.
Shit, shit, I get it. Please just stop.
I’m the cause of all these issues anyway, so I’ll stop on my own
If my misfortune is your happiness, I’ll gladly be unfortunate
If your target of hatred is me, I’ll stand on the guillotine for you.