Captivated by the beautiful appearance,
I touched the thorn, and it pricked me.
I looked at the drops dripping from my fingertip,
and the smiled.
Relying on only the moonlight,
I look for something under the bed.
The weakness that is covered in dust.
I stored it away for this day.
I was placing something just in reach of my hands to enable me to end the world spontaneously.
Until this day,
I had clutched the weakness a few times.
The bloodstained hand, I put the cold you into my mouth.
But, the light which shines in through from the window framed in the moonlight,
Creates a shadow, and wouldn't let me pull the trigger.
A small bird tweets, four thirty five A.M.
And when, The nights passed by, The weakness got covered in dust.
The weakness got covered in dust.
I feel as if I'm still dreaming.
If I feel more pain, I would be able to change this dream.
There is no more tears to be shed.
Finally, I put the gun into my face.
I focus on the pain. The only thing that's real.
No more can I cry.
I can no longer hear the tweet of the small bird.
I can no longer hear the tweet of the small bird.
Such a past that I thought I had forgotten, but, in an instant,
The memories come flooding back to me.
But, the light which shines in through from the window framed in the moonlight.
Creates a shadow,
And wouldn't let me pull the trigger.
A small bird tweets, four thirty five A.M.
And when, The nights passed by,
The weakness got covered in dust.
The weakness got covered in dust.
I feel as if I'm still dreaming.
If I feel more pain, I would be able to change this dream.
There is no more tears to be shed.
Finally, I put the gun into my face.
I focus on the pain. The only thing that's real.
No more can I cry.
I can no longer hear the tweet...
If I feel more pain, I would be able to change.
If I feel more pain, I would be able to change.
If I feel more pain, I would be able to change.
If I feel more pain, I would be able to change.
This dream