Complication

With a face that looks like it's about to cry, under the low sky
Passing time without doing anything
Swallowing feelings with no place to vent
Spitting out mixed frustration

Embracing anxiety that everything seems to be breaking, scared of tomorrow
Even if you only look at the day after tomorrow, you know there won't be an answer

What will you draw in the endlessly expanding pure white tomorrow?
What will you draw in the reality-dyed pitch-black tomorrow?
Struggling and shining

Feeling lame for being troubled
Can't stay still, feeling rebellious
There's nothing I really want to do
Secretly smoking on the rooftop
Today's size doesn't feel fun at all
My friends looking worriedly at me
Saying 'I'm not crying' and spitting it out
Even if I act tough, it's really tough
The dimly lit road I'm used to walking
Finally bought an iPod with great effort
Superficial, fake rap
For some reason, a fake designer bag
A place that should be gentle and warm
The window in the room feels heavy and cold
Feeling like I'm being crushed by pressure
Escaping to the usual park

Embracing anxiety that everything seems to be breaking, scared of tomorrow
Even if you only look at the day after tomorrow, you know there won't be an answer

What will you draw in the endlessly expanding pure white tomorrow?
What will you draw in the reality-dyed pitch-black tomorrow?
Struggling and shining

In the limited time available
Draw the clumsy version of yourself
For now, that's good enough

What will you draw in the endlessly expanding pure white tomorrow?
What will you draw in the reality-closing pitch-black tomorrow?
Struggling and shining

What will you draw in the endlessly expanding pure white tomorrow?
What will you draw in the reality-dyed pitch-black tomorrow?
Struggling and shining