Behind everyone who succeeds
There's a weak self standing
It's a little dangerous
I sometimes fall into depression and compulsion
Hell no, anyway I don't even know if that's the real me
Damn huh, reality's separation
The conflict I've mentioned, it hurts your head
It was around 5 when my social phobia began
Yeah, that's right
Around the time my mental state became polluted
Sometimes I'm afraid of myself
Thanks to my self hatred
And the depression that came to play again
Liam Grant is already dead (I killed him)
It's been a long time since my everyday life
Became killing my passions
And comparing myself to others
I don't even know myself
So who can know me?
Friends? No, you?
Whoever it is, they don't know me
Those words are all words I use to hide my weak self
I'm so afraid of people
So I hide myself in the bathroom and stare at myself
As time passes out
It feels like I'm becoming a monster
My monster named success that I traded my youth in for
He wants a bigger wealth
That greed was my weapon
It devours me and sometimes collars me
These things turn on my mouth
If I block it
He tells me to eat from the tree of knowledge
I don't want it
They want me to leave this hill
I get it
Please stop
The cause of all these issues is me
I'll quit in return
If my misfortune is your happiness
Then I'll be unhappy
If the target of your loathing is me
Then I'll go up on the guillotine
