Broken Wings

Broken Wings

I know this will not remain
Forever
However it's beautiful
Your eyes, hands and your warm smile
They're my treasure
It's hard to forget
I wish there was a solution
Don't spend your time in confusion
I'll turn back now and spread
My Broken Wings
Still strong enough to cross the ocean with
My Broken Wings
How far should I go drifting in the rain?
Higher and higher in the light (My Broken Wings...)
Still strong enough to cross the ocean with
My Broken Wings
How far should I go drifting in the rain?
Across the sky just keep on
Flying...
[Sora kara ochitekuru no wa]
[Are wa ame dewa nakute]

Again, I'm all alone. Even though I've begin to become a follower rather than a leader, I'm still all alone. To you, I'm of no existence, thus, why should I even be your friend in the first place?

I have no idea.

Perhaps for eternity to come, I will still not have an answer.

Never, have I been so afraid of myself. The insanity and the hatred. The darkness, so deep, so profound that I've no idea what it really is. The words, so many of them, left unspoken. The eyes, once shining with life, now dull with hatred and despair.

Who, have I become into?

So many feelings, so many thoughts, so many unspoken words... Who's there to hear me out? The cheerful nature, the happy words, as usual, did you really think that's me?

You're wrong. So wrong.

If you can't even bother to understand, can't even bother to acknowledge that I'm still in existence, why, why did you even bother to speak to me, to make me your friend? A friend isn't one where you can just junk aside because you have found new friends. A friend isn't one that you look for ONLY when you have problems that you can't solve. A friend...

Is more than that. Yet, seemingly, your definition differs from me.

So many theories, so many excuses, so many lies... Why can't you just tell me in the face? Why go through such extent to bring across such nonsense?

Just say so. Admit it, you bastard.

We're all tormented souls, deep with hatred within ourselves. Yet, we do not show them out. Instead, we put on the mask of happiness, drowning ourselves with lies of happiness. Even though we show that face, it doesn't mean that we're strong at heart.

We're not. Never.

We're just drifters, drifting and drifting.

Why do you think we live in our own fantasy world? Why, do you think that we stick together?

Because we are comfort to each other. But, we are still outcasts of the society. Because no one will understand what we think. No one at all.

Instead, we will only be wronged, ignored, hated.

We're not gods or goddesses in expressing ourselves. That's because you were the one who don't allow us to bear our true feelings out. As such, we can only escape within ourselves, since no one bothers to draw us out.

Those snow-white wings of yours, will never be tainted like ours. The blood-red and tattered wings.

You, will always be the angel. And us, the devils.

That's why, I never admit that I'm alive.