Smiling and feeling that it is tough not to have a place where I belong
What should I do if I get tired of myself living with a smile?
Like the people rotten and lying around, am I going to rot?
I don’t know I surely can’t help
I wonder where does it come from, the idea writing and performing by oneself
To tell the truth, it is miserable, huh?
Won’t go away Won’t fade away I can’t help smiling
after one minute, the face turns blue and the heart beating so hard, the word death is in my mind
shouting 1000 times, it’s already a ten seconds left until after one minute
In that way, I keep on betrayed every day and smiling foolishly
Foolishly
I am a "DARUMA" doll with an air hole in my breast
It is matter of sex and death but after they get bored with me it’s a show tent
Spat on and got tired of looking, there will be no body peek-a-boo
I can’t smile
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