Boku ga Hontou no Boku ni Taekirezu Tsukutta Hontou no Boku

Lyrics: Miya


boku wa HONTO wa hakujaku de itsumo hitori de naitemasu
fudan minna ni miseteru boku wa uso de oowareta tanin desu
"nande uchi ni komoru no?" katte hontou wo mirareru no ga kowai kara
gomen nasai betsu ni minna wo kirai na wake ja nain'da

itsumo boku ga shiteiru koto wa ikenai koto da to wakattemasu
sore ga jibun no sonzai sae mo hitei suru hodo no koto da to shitteimasu
minna ga iru koto de sonzai suru boku dake no mono ja nai fukakachi wo
riyoushi, fuminijiri, sagesumare, nido to naoranu kizu wo nokoshitemo
sou shinai to kowain'desu boku wa sore ka nai to kowain'desu

yuugure no kouen tsukurikake no suna no shiro
boku ga sameta me de fumitsubusu
imi no nai oto ga oosugite
misekake dake no kyouyuu wa BARABARA ni

itsushika saitei na boku kara sudatte shimatta shoudou wa
boku wo tojikome kagi wo kakete nido to modotte wa konakatta
minna de issho ni tsukuri ageta totemo totemo kirei na shoudou wa
ima wa marude nisemono no yama mou moto no omokage mo arimasen
ima made wa betsujin datta hazu no boku ga subete kaete shimatta
kare ga ima made wa hontou no boku mou moto ni modosu koto wa dekimasen

omoidasu tabi itaku naru karada. kono mama zenbu yakitsukushite shimaou.


I Could Not Stand my Real Self, so I Created Myself a Real Self 


The truth is that I am weak and always crying by myself
The me I am usually showing to everyone is a stranger concealed in lies
"Why do you seclude yourself inside?" Because I'm scared that you might see the truth
I'm sorry, it's not because I hate any of you
Every time, I understand that the things I am doing are forbidden things
I know that it has came to the point where I deny even my own existence
Even though my incurable wounds remain because I use, trample on, scorn upon
The value-added that is not only of this me who exists within your being all here
If I don't do this, I get scared. Without this, I get scared
In the evening, my eyes cold, I? trample down
A sandcastle that was built in the park
The meaningless sounds are unbearable
And the shares that were only pretended loosen
Before I knew, the urge to seek independance from my disgusting self
Has imprisoned and locked me down so that I never got to return to it
The very, very beautiful urges that I have created together with everybody
Now are just a mountain of sham; there are no remains of the origin anymore
This self of mine who was someone else until now has completely changed
Was he my real self until now? I cannot reconstitute him anymore
My body becomes painful whenever I remember him. Let me burn him down altogether as he is.