Sparkle
10 years later, 20 years later, the associated futureA wish from 5 years ago, megalomaniaIt's value today, feeling it acutely, let's share reality,Wrong, that's not it, did someone win? I don't understand thatRound and round lost in a maze, lifeline following a line, gachunk gachunkWhat is 20 year old me even doing with her life?Is she breathing I wonder?I want a long life into the fleeting future. I can't help but hope.Can I hope that instead of think it? I want greediness.Only what I want to do, covered in greedThe sun arriving with the morning, is opposite meSubliminal from this momentCold, I take a breath, pedaling the reverb-pedal and the bike seat under the railwayPlease, please, I stretch so far. As if they don't notice me.I always want to see from the same point of view, now more than before. In the future more than now.
When I grow up, when I grow up,Will my value not stay the same?Even when I grow up, when I grow up,I want to sing my own songs.
Middle of class, today a bit melancholyThinking about silly things in a narrow classroomLike how I don't want to move seats. The bell rings.Break time. A sale where we can spend money, let's go.Chatting with friends, don't want age to interfereSkirt folded twice, kind of short,My teacher checks and frowns. Run away run away.I want to use my hard-earned fashion sense. 5-6 hours on my eyesBack to Homeroom. Then back to classroom.Dropped item "Whose is it? I'll throw it out..."Flustered owner appears "It's mine""Be more careful, haha". The usual scene. Peaceful routine.After school, girl talk. What's happened lately, secret talks.Speaking too frankly, joking too frankly, is how we like itThat's how the seasons go.
When I grow up, when I grow up,Even when I grow up, when I grow up,
Don't keep doing whatever you like!Scary teacher's patrollingTaking your purse. Give it back, give it backSchool the color of sunset, while we're playing"Hey hey, don't step on my heels!" Fixing my loafers and putting on Socktouch right awayRehearsed conversation, ah, it's time to go.The sidewalk, a crossroads, I have to turn right.Turn around and smile "Bye bye"Waving my right hand, "See ya tomorrow"Full of future's anxietyBut but wandering around this dazzling place, instead, putting things in black and whiteThe other side of anxiety, pounding heart, getting excited, there's me anticipatingWhich is it really, this time can you recommend one to me?But my eyes sparkle kirakira, and really I might be asking with a shimmering complexionA journey of deep breaths, drawing close to an answer
When I grow up, when I grow up,Will my value not stay the same?Even when I grow up, when I grow up,I want to sing my own songs.