Original by: Kyo- 304goushitsu, Shita to Yoru
tears streaming down my smiling face, puting a hand to my wrist.
Your Voice, I know, hypocratic laugh, who is addicted to be the victim.
crying watching the soft fluffy stucture.
Unable to even take my own life, addicted to be the victim
dyeing the dirty old room, my nails, go deeper and deeper and deeper
bound by the crowds of people, I feel lonely, unable to do anything
the next day may never come again, almost night of my 16th year
this room is scary this room is cold
your laugh is scary, your laugh is cold,
give myself over to the movements of the night.
The next day may never come again, winter of my 16th Year
the victim has no mouth.
there's no light, shut in on that morning of my 6th year.
doggy came out it's cave. it's rare on this stuffy ground.
Father, Mother...my best friend, my nails, grow deeper and deeper and deeper.
I make myself quiet, I close my eyes, and envision your face
no matter how much I smile, or cry I can't go back just now.
I say goodbye to the cold night my tears dry out, putting a hand to my wrist.
the next day may ever come again, the winter of my 16th year.
