My life is as blue as the eyes that waltz through my masquerade. With a strong will that is as painful as it is true, they shine in endless hope. Tasukete But I’m lost in an endless maze of untruth, fighting the blood that threatens to drown me, screaming without breath, only in sleep. Help me If someone were ever to search my gaze, someone might see far enough to realize. But I’m always the first to turn away. A struggle of darkness, corona of light, that flickers and dances like my pretenses. So close to breaking, so far from pride. Hold my hand, please, I’m too young for this. I’m trembling in the dark, with only the cruel moon for a companion. Help me But the rain washes away the blood, the tears; The rains take away the grip of my palm, so that I can no longer hold on without your help. On my knees, isolated, in the blue rain blue. Tasukete If you would ever catch my sight, just for long enough, ever turn around, when the night seems darkest, you might find my eyes on you.
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