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For me, even a scrap of paper doesn't look like anything but old trash.
For someone else, it might be a good-luck charm.
You can wound someone thoughtlessly with the sharp words of a knife.
Those I call "friends" pretend not to notice.
Even if I find the maze exit, it's an entrance to the maze again.
I was in the darkness, I seemed to be cast away only by myself.
Just all alone, I wanted my friends.
I always held on in my heart, I want to hear my voice.
Seeing people through rose-colored glasses loses sight of the truth.
Each sorrow and such, both are immeasurable.
If I've lived life capably like a simple story.
Now I'll empty out my heart, I want to try to love and believe people.
Even if I change the whole world, nobody would know me.
Just all alone, while I hold onto myself.
Though we stand in the same place, can we really see a different scenery?
Nobody understands, the doubt is indelible, but it's not a world of games.
Just all alone, I wanted my friends.
I always held on in my heart, I want to hear my voice.
Even if I lose, if I can always love someone, there will be good in the lies.
In my embraced heart, maybe someday I'll reach myself.
