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drillboat Commissioned by: S
Monologue in a row
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Monologue in a row
Strolling the city at noon,
pretending to know the asphalt I've stepped on
While weeds around were struggling to live
Muttering "Is the bud of your talent finally shows itself"
Even though,
I have stopped playing the guitar I first bought long ago
Bringing the cheap guitar with me,
I sang the rest of the night away at the underpass subway
The night wind pass over these eyes
As you’re on the way home with an express pass
As you’re on the way home with an express pass
For the people who stopped because of the boy's voice
Are they bored or just simply took a liking
Are they bored or just simply took a liking
Either way what's important is the feelings they had right now
If there wasn't any dissatisfaction in the society
There will be no such things as people wanting to die
There will be no such things as people wanting to die
Always putting the current trend at the corner
This colored picture is the extent of my self-satisfaction
This colored picture is the extent of my self-satisfaction
It's alright to have no future and praises
That's what my favorite musician once said
Not taking my "suicide" seriously,
I grew to like myself better
Someone once wished,
Their muttering would reach my voices once it’s out to the world
Whether it was someone's failure or dull voices,
The earphone's tube would let them pass and be played as a song
Without changing the old strings,
I played the melody I've tuned from long ago
Composed from the colors of pale orange to the shimmering green skies
The current fad is making others perceive life and death through different angles
We can always rewrite a hit chart,
I said with a sigh inside my mind
To each to their own,
So even if a drama were to happen
It was only between these songs,
Such is an extent of miscalculation,
Inside these iron-guarded frames
Inside these iron-guarded frames
I find this imperfection comforting,
I said as I forgive today's conflict
While picking up all the remaining fragments,
I tried liking myself even for a bit
Trying to remain the same even on the day we had to carry our tears and pain on our back
Trying to show the missing puzzle to those unable to sleep at night because of their failures
Not being able to sleep easily,
I grew to favor rainy days more than sunny ones
The view of myself running at the train's window
Gradually fading away
Even the song I grew up listening to
Started to sound more naïve
I've lived this life gripping onto others
But even with my dull memories
The stage I'm wishing for isn't for naught
It isn't spontaneous nor artificial
Someone once wished,
Their muttering will reach my voices once it’s out to the world
Whether it was someone's failure or dull voices,
The earphone's tube will let them pass and be played as a song
We remained the same even on the day we had to carry our tears and pain on our back
We'll show the missing puzzle to those unable to sleep at night because of their failures
We'll show it to them
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