One Of Repetition

Repeating over and over
The sweet illusion that was transmitted
Lost meanings and self-deception
I cried and hesitated to return
I don't need it anymore, it's annoying
It's not good, but I can hear
Can you reconsider this feeling?
I'm done with it

It's fine to keep going forever
The sweet illusion of the advancing future
A faint light through the glass
Entwined and melted

Fell into a deep, deep sleep
Continued drawing within my arms
This is the first and last dream
The place where I disappeared

I believed it, seriously, I didn't want to doubt the song
I felt like drifting apart
From the beginning, it was all a lie, nothing close
Getting so excited, feeling foolish

I loved you, was that just a bait
To hang you up as a trophy?
Stuffed inside a toy box
Will I be discarded once you're bored?

Feints, special tactics
If I overturn them, I want to be a trickster
No matter how many replacements there are
The exposed doll is a quick escape
Things that can be lined up, things that can be compared
A little bitterness and then goodbye
Can you reconsider this feeling?
Goodbye

The scars left behind, unable to escape
Tears won't come out
Even a beautiful invitation
I end up tarnishing everything, why?

Just easy handling, just guessing
I was manipulated until it became like this
One of the repeated fragments, no longer handled
Being deceived like this, feeling foolish

I loved you, was that just a bait
To reconcile?
After playing around so much
Will you even forget to discard?

You were such a light touch
Just a convenient tool
No matter how regretful it is
I can't go back

I loved you, was that just a bait
To hang you up as a trophy?
I just wanted something new
I loved you, was that just a bait
To reconcile?
For you, it was just a game
But I will continue to be obsessed
Repeating over and over
The sweet illusion that was transmitted
Lost meanings and self-deception
I cried and hesitated to return
I don't need it anymore, it's annoying
It's not good, but I can hear
Can you reconsider this feeling?
I'm done with it
Feints, special tactics
If I overturn them, I want to be a trickster
No matter how many replacements there are
The exposed doll is a quick escape
Things that can be lined up, things that can be compared
A little bitterness and then goodbye
Can you reconsider this feeling?
Goodbye