Trashy Innocence - Mikagura School Suite
There was never and there never will be
any colors that'll show the real me All the lines I've drawn hold no real meaning It's just habit by now Bringing out a bit of abstract nonsense still pretending that I'm still the very best Sighs hang in the air, I'm tired of it Stupidly pathetic dizziness Ahhhh~ This talent of mine's not even perfect Wonder how I've gotten this far with it It seems that the end of this charade is close, nothing's ahead by now I've already filled up the blank pages almost perfect in technique like always Not able to meet their expectations I guess it's what I deserve, right? Self-contradiction: impatiently waiting, never to be that perfect Hating the real me spinning around and staying in tune and around others and Lying to myself Always repeating those words "This is what you've always wanted" "I'm really just trash" My logic's getting old, I'm just some lifeless fake! Maybe some contrast in my life, a bit of light and dark Pre-made gradient of zero, 1, 2~ hey! get it right! Get it right! My innocence blocked by these paintings, clouding their eyes Using Flame Wheel, a spinning frenzy Always getting lost, a mad killing spree hey Get down! Get down! Don't try to act all cool now! I can't stay on the fence forever I've got to do something that matters! Stand up, ready to go! Painting it all out, come on, count it one two three! Those ideals I stored on the blank pages All imprisoned as the sheets get painted This habitual painting I've created will never be named, no no Breaking through all of my old pretenses Losing hold of what the truth really is All lost now, my fake, bitter perfection's gone, should I just learn to love it? "Hey, haven't you heard?" Nobody will ever take hold of hands so covered in filth "All the lines are blurred?" This stubborn selfishness is piling up higher and higher "Have you given up?" Still stuck whispering to myself, back from that weird phase of youth "I'm really just trash." Can't even face the right direction when I'm asked! So I've decided that I'll change that trashy innocence Even without knowing all the endings I'm sure- hey, hey there's no way that's called cowardice 'cause I'm not running Even if somebody's called a true adult but can only sing the stupid, nonsense words, well what else, what else, is that really not enough? All the winds, changing their direction and the girl pressing all the buttons Stand up ready to go although I can't breathe, a green signal, "Start running" Self-contradiction: I can't be in tune and in sync with all of these people so Hating the real me for not being a perfect person who has no 'hard feelings' "I'm really just trash" The color of the endless sky doesn't matter much to me "Is that what you think?" I'm being tortured by this ringing in my ears Maybe some contrast in my life, a bit of light and dark Pre-made gradient of zero, 1, 2~ hey! get it right! Get it right! My innocence blocked by these paintings, clouding their eyes That's the path I choose, I'm never looking back maybe catch a cold but that doesn't matter so hey, hey there's no way that's called cowardice 'cause I'm not running Even if somebody's called a true adult but can only sing the stupid, nonsense words, well what else, what else, is that really not enough? All the winds, changing their direction and the girl pressing all the buttons made the world a higher saturation swallowing up all of the 'why's and Stand up ready to go Even the canvas I painted shut broke apart |