愚癡
I know it’s a past I can never return to
It was fun, wasn’t it
I know I live in a world different from theirs
That’s why I threw a tantrum
Because they never accepted me
Pretending to like what I don’t like
People flock to me, unlike before
But it makes me want to puke
Everyone loves the same **** thing under different names
Believing it’s one of a kind — 愚癡
I wished for vengeance, like a ****ing Park Chan-wook movie
Wishing for a savior? How foolish
When I start hoping they’ll be miserable rather than me being happy
I want to be high on adrenaline, but self-hatred eats me alive
All I want is for my existence not to be ignored
My brain’s ****** up, I just *** off in this void
***, I am so desperate
Only *** can fill me, please, just connect with me
I never wanted you
I just wanted to be part of the crowd
When I say I like what I truly like
People don’t come, just like before
I am the taboo itself
Hoping for comfort from something not even human
Yet never being fulfilled — 愚癡
I wished for vengeance, like a ****ing Park Chan-wook movie
Wishing for a 贵人? How foolish
When I start hoping they’ll be miserable rather than me being happy
I want to be high on adrenaline, but self-hatred eats me alive
All I want is for my existence not to be ignored
Why do I wish for vengeance? I just turning dark and gloomy
Praying for mercy? How useless
Though I rip myself to pieces, they’ll continue to live freely.
emptiness followed by vengeance, like a ****ing Park Chan-wook movie
The 贵人 never came — obviously
When I sought my own misery for someone else’s happiness
I felt proud, But it just leaves a bitter aftertaste.
Maybe no one will ever notice my existence
But I fought hard, and maybe that’s enough
All I want is for what I’ve done not to be in vain
