Prepare! Make preparations!
I know that I’m not strong, but I still
say
Prepare! Make a parade now!
I am sure I’ll catch up to you someday!
If you pay attention, soon you will see
How my fingers poke you, relentlessly
I may be tiny, but still beware
I know I can crush you as if you’re not
there
The thing I want is, a plastic heart to
hold my feelings
(Adding on, adding on, but in the end
it’s all gone)
But I suppose that that’s too boring too
By the time I would notice, I would beat
you
Love is something hard to find that
tastes bittersweet
Such a complex flavor that is simple to
eat
I spend too much time chasing things that
are not real
That’s just how it works. That is how it
feels
You’re too gentle and sincere in an
eccentric mix
I pretend to be strong to confront you
like this
Just by being honest, I feel dizzy inside
I keep getting hurt by you, you keep
getting hurt by me
Prepare all our feelings we hide
By polishing myself, I can still shine
Limits falter when I clear my mind
Even though I’m tiny, I still won’t lose
I’ll face anybody and live how I choose
If you endure it, then someday I will
come and get your heart
[Endure it, endure it, patience is vital
to this!]
If you get closer, when I’m not prepared
I might lose all composure and slowly
crack
People can be kind and petty at the same
time
Hardship and refreshment vary based on
your mind
Even when they want to cry they grin ear
from ear
Is that still a loss if it’s not sincere?
You are someone brilliant who can take
things head on
So I have to sneak attack to get my
revenge
Just by going straight ahead, I’m driven
to fear
In my head the pre-parade, and the plans
that I have made
All march past on their way here
People can be kind and petty at the same
time
Hardship and refreshment vary based on
your mind
Maybe you will wonder if your feelings
are real
Is that how it goes? This is how it
feels?
You are someone brilliant who can take
things head on
So I have to take my chance before it is
gone
Just by going straight ahead, I’m driven
to fear
In my head the pre-parade, and the plans
that I have made
All march past on their way here
Still I say it’s meant to be, we get
along perfectly,
Marching onwards with the parade
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