The internal conditions of my idealistic argument
There's no counting on something like God, see
An estimation of probability
Something like "for example" is exceedingly comical, see
I kill my breath and shout today too
I'm right here
Since I call out your name, respond, would you
Now I am able to go on living even with just that
Satisfy me with that reason, would you
At least until I can sleep tonight too
My sweet sighs do coil around themselves
Like the hair on my head
It's against my will, but I do pour it in
So as to not make it be blocked
I'm not strong enough to be able to hide my lies
And swallow them down
Pay attention to the words I breathe, would you
It's just like everything turned upside-down
Destroy until there's nothing left, would you
Since I don't need this kind of me either, hurry up
It's fine for there to be no future nor past
It's fine for something like tomorrow to not come
It does get crumpled up anyhow
Hey, is that the case?
Since I call out your name, respond, would you
Now I am able to go on living even with just that
Pay attention to the word called "like", would you
This kind of thing, it's just a phantasyplay (illusion)
Your name