In seriousness:
I don't care if it's a lie. Having something is better than nothing, yes?
That's why it's okay to make up an excuse.
At this rate, as time goes on, if my dream will be destroyed by someone,
then I'll strangle myself with my own hands right now.
At that rate, as time goes on, everyone will forget about me,
just like how it's always been and how it'll always be.
We try to gauge the truth, even though the truth is already there.
"It doesn't help at all." I secretly laugh to myself, feeling disgusted.
I don't care if it's a lie. Having something is better than nothing, yes?
That's why it shouldn't be okay to make up excuses.
A lie is better. I would need a roundabout way to tell you my cruel story.
Be quiet already. Everything up until now will eventually vanish.
At this rate, as time goes on, if my dream will be destroyed by someone,
then please strangle me with your hands right now.
At that rate, as time goes on, if even you will forget about me,
then who is the person by your side?
Isn't it my fault because I'm so weak?
I feel disgusted.
I don't care if it's a lie. Having something is better than nothing, yes?
That's why it shouldn't be okay to make up excuses.
A lie is better. I would need a roundabout way to tell you my cruel story.
Be quiet already. Everything up until now will eventually vanish.
Isn't it my fault because I'm so weak?
I feel disgusted.
Swallowing down my urge to spit out lies, I want to listen to what you have to say.
I will bid my excuses goodbye in my heart.
I'm done with lies. I would need a roundabout way to tell you my cruel story.
Be quiet already. Everything up until now will eventually vanish.
I don't care if it's a lie. Having something is better than nothing, yes?
That's why it's okay to make up an excuse.
At this rate, as time goes on, if my dream will be destroyed by someone,
then I'll strangle myself with my own hands right now.
At that rate, as time goes on, everyone will forget about me,
just like how it's always been and how it'll always be.
We try to gauge the truth, even though the truth is already there.
"It doesn't help at all." I secretly laugh to myself, feeling disgusted.
I don't care if it's a lie. Having something is better than nothing, yes?
That's why it shouldn't be okay to make up excuses.
A lie is better. I would need a roundabout way to tell you my cruel story.
Be quiet already. Everything up until now will eventually vanish.
At this rate, as time goes on, if my dream will be destroyed by someone,
then please strangle me with your hands right now.
At that rate, as time goes on, if even you will forget about me,
then who is the person by your side?
Isn't it my fault because I'm so weak?
I feel disgusted.
I don't care if it's a lie. Having something is better than nothing, yes?
That's why it shouldn't be okay to make up excuses.
A lie is better. I would need a roundabout way to tell you my cruel story.
Be quiet already. Everything up until now will eventually vanish.
Isn't it my fault because I'm so weak?
I feel disgusted.
Swallowing down my urge to spit out lies, I want to listen to what you have to say.
I will bid my excuses goodbye in my heart.
I'm done with lies. I would need a roundabout way to tell you my cruel story.
Be quiet already. Everything up until now will eventually vanish.