Not Photogenic

Because someone is watching
I have to smile

I also gave up on growing somewhere
Because I'm being modest

Crossing the empty red signal at midnight
I wait for the blue with a clean face in the morning

If the third party didn't see it
I wonder if virtues exist in this world

The rotten flames that couldn't become the sun
Waste oxygen meaninglessly
From the heart to the grave
Because someone is watching
I have to smile

Growing anger and suicide become the prey of the news
Sadness and depression are the side dishes of songs

If the third party doesn't seek it
There's only raw garbage like anger and sadness

If you can't become the sun, it's fine to be a cigarette butt
Even if you're a warm body, you'll be burned
In and out, the difference is the same
Manipulated by someone's gaze and anxiety

Don't say you live as yourself
Because there's no such thing as originality

The rotten flames that couldn't become the sun
Waste oxygen meaninglessly
The unwanted ones are all being compared
A competition of limited love
Even if you win and die
I have to smile