That's Why I Gave Up On Music

I can't figure it out no matter how much I think

I waited for you under the blue sky
Where the wind blew
Imagining breaking free from the afternoon
I wonder what’s gonna happen next
No one taught me how to move forward
I looked into your eyes
Without saying a word, I just walked away

I can't figure it out no matter how much I think

Youth is just boring anyway
I thought I quit playing piano
But I can’t shake the habit of pulling out my desk
I wonder what I’ll be doing in the future
I hope I’m not doing music
Don’t get stuck, okay?

Inside my heart
Even if I draw a line
It just wouldn’t disappear
It’s too late for that
I won’t remember anymore

I’m wrong, you know

You don’t get it
You humans
Not the truth, not love, not the world

The pain and life
I don’t give a damn

Whether it’s right or not

I just want to know, but it’s self-defense
I thought about it
Your wickedness

I can’t figure it out no matter how much I think

I really don’t want to chase after age
Just thinking about dying someday
Makes my chest feel empty
I wonder what I’ll be doing in the future
When I grow up, I figured it out
I’m not doing anything

I hate the happy faces
Of those who seem content
How do I reconcile that?
Deep in my unsatisfied mind
There’s a monster-like feeling of struggle

I’m not wrong, right?

You humans, no matter what
Love, salvation, kindness

Saying there’s no basis
It’s your fault
Love songs are painful

It’s self-defense, you know
I don’t give a damn
Your wickedness

I can’t figure it out no matter how much I think

Just living is painful
And I can’t make music anymore
Even if it’s half-assed, that’s fine
I don’t care anymore

I’m not wrong, am I?

I’m not wrong, right?
I’m not wrong, right?

I’m wrong, you know

I get it, you humans
Not the truth, not love, not salvation
Not kindness, not life
I don’t give a damn
I can’t say the right answer
It’s self-defense, you know
I don’t care anymore
Your wickedness

Ah

I used to have beliefs too

Now it’s just trashy memories
I’ve drawn you over and over
I didn’t care about selling out
It’s true, it’s true
It used to be like that

So I
So I
Gave up on

Music.