Never mind
"Tasukete..."
There's battle inside my body. My whole body is crying, stopping whatever my brain is trying to work out. I don't know.
From inside of my... brain cells. He's trying to stop the tears. My bad, I can't even gain my instinct. I'm hearing anther whisper of my name. From her. I know it's you, Emily. Someone's trying to mocking me. Unfortunately, again.
I'm trying to use your name, ha.
Wait.
My brain's telling me to explain. About this. Actually, I never intend to... cry. You can blame that black liquor, but shoot--you don't have time.
DON'T LAUGH AT ME!
My emotion told me to cry as I want--"I never want to cry!" he said--I said, to myself. Instead, I wrote something non-English. It's... real. I know my brain will win. Take that, you mental, my mental emotion. I don't hear anything.
Ballad--no. Their vocals can't cover you, I don't know why, but I supposed to know and I think I know. Instead, these 5 men accompanying me like there is no end for this. Wait.
That's not them. They're my friends, my real friends. I know!
This is the... 2nd time, I think, that I have to suffer. Ah, what a bad word. Now, ha, see. It's like talking to myself.
No. No! If you're you, please don't come! Just please. It's nothing...
I can use this.
I never know writing and rock music can heal me. And hey, I'm back. Thanks, for not doing something unnecessary to me. I know I'm not. But now I'm shivering. But--for the 2nd time, I'm having a headache. Oh please not that thing.
There's battle inside my body. My whole body is crying, stopping whatever my brain is trying to work out. I don't know.
From inside of my... brain cells. He's trying to stop the tears. My bad, I can't even gain my instinct. I'm hearing anther whisper of my name. From her. I know it's you, Emily. Someone's trying to mocking me. Unfortunately, again.
I'm trying to use your name, ha.
Wait.
My brain's telling me to explain. About this. Actually, I never intend to... cry. You can blame that black liquor, but shoot--you don't have time.
DON'T LAUGH AT ME!
My emotion told me to cry as I want--"I never want to cry!" he said--I said, to myself. Instead, I wrote something non-English. It's... real. I know my brain will win. Take that, you mental, my mental emotion. I don't hear anything.
Ballad--no. Their vocals can't cover you, I don't know why, but I supposed to know and I think I know. Instead, these 5 men accompanying me like there is no end for this. Wait.
That's not them. They're my friends, my real friends. I know!
This is the... 2nd time, I think, that I have to suffer. Ah, what a bad word. Now, ha, see. It's like talking to myself.
No. No! If you're you, please don't come! Just please. It's nothing...
I can use this.
I never know writing and rock music can heal me. And hey, I'm back. Thanks, for not doing something unnecessary to me. I know I'm not. But now I'm shivering. But--for the 2nd time, I'm having a headache. Oh please not that thing.
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