Scab
That’s your purpose since beginning, right?You know that you’re good at approaching, right?
Don’t ask anything other than thatYou’re supposed to understand, but why?
Piling up, wanting more than thatIt’s the old scab’s faultEven when the itchiness and pain keep repeating, stillIs it concerning the wounded licked-love?*It’s not enoughIt’s not enough
It’s not about the thing I want to get my hands onRather, I already don’t know what I want
The me that is completely cold and frozenI just want medicine that works well
Piling up, unneccessarily it becomes in vainThat is, again, someone’s faultI end up in a place where I ended upThere’s nothing left
Rescuing, falling down, love that is like waterI can’t moisten something that I have drained outEven that slight warmth that remained in my palmGradually drying up, again, it keeps repeating
Tearing off,again, staining it with redEven then pretending not to noticeThe past’s pain speaks for itselfBut you know…
Piling up, wanting more than thatIt’s the old scab’s faultEven when the itchiness and pain keep repeating, stillIs it concerning the wounded licked-love?*
Piling up, unneccessarily it becomes in vainThat is, again, someone’s faultI end up in a place where I ended upThere’s nothing left
It’s not enough