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After work, I know that no one will ask me how I got home and on the weekend, and I have a particularly heavy thought in my mind that you have a knife in your mouth like a mouse curled up in the gutter

author:BY2girl

[All are illusions]

I know no one is going to ask me how I got home

It's the weekend again, and my heart is particularly heavy

You have a knife in your head

Curled up in the gutter like a rat

Don't dare to step under the lights

Every day I was trampled under my feet

I have nowhere to escape, no one to find, no way to break free

Thought that over time the shadows would fade

Can't help but cry I'm not garbage

I try to believe that those taunts are not your true words

I was afraid that the kind gaze of the people around me was a trap

Who do you want me to be, who am I, the mirror doesn't talk back

The vicissitudes and haggard face of an innocent child cannot see the appearance of happiness

Nobody cares

Nobody cares

Nobody cares

I remember when I was 15 years old, at 5 a.m., the alarm clock at school had not yet sounded, and my mother shook me awake

A trembling voice said Dad couldn't get through the crying hysteria

Hands touching your heartless cold body I don't want to go back to the memory

In the same year, Yin and Yang became singers thinking that they had a new direction to use them as role models

[They say] it's all family

[They say] You don't have a good look, you can only make a few albums

Fake news doesn't need PR at all, and you're hiding it

Finally understand why the closest artist friend died of depression

I started hating myself and becoming autistic

Trying to fight against inferiority complex is said to be for my good not to make a statement

It's all illusions, it's all illusions

Nobody cares

True and false black and white

The truth of the chaos, how can you not understand

Don't people who have been hurt deserve to be loved?

I told myself everything was going to be fine

Nobody cares

Nobody cares

Nobody cares

I try to believe that those taunts are not your true words

I was afraid that the kind gaze of the people around me was a trap

Who do you want me to be, who am I, the mirror doesn't talk back

The vicissitudes and haggard face of an innocent child cannot see the appearance of happiness

Producer: BY2

Lyrics: BY2

Composer Song: BY2 Sun Han, BY2 Sun Yu,

紀佳松 Jeremy G (Future Sound)

Arranger Song Arrangement: JAE CHONG

Backing Vocal Producer/Mixer: Xu Huanliang

母带 Mastering:Blue Moon Studio @ Los Angeles

OP:BY2 工作室 BY2 Music Production / Future Sound Music Corp.

#Today Friday ##够热爱 go to the wilderness #

#停止内耗的9个建议 #

After work, I know that no one will ask me how I got home and on the weekend, and I have a particularly heavy thought in my mind that you have a knife in your mouth like a mouse curled up in the gutter
After work, I know that no one will ask me how I got home and on the weekend, and I have a particularly heavy thought in my mind that you have a knife in your mouth like a mouse curled up in the gutter
After work, I know that no one will ask me how I got home and on the weekend, and I have a particularly heavy thought in my mind that you have a knife in your mouth like a mouse curled up in the gutter
After work, I know that no one will ask me how I got home and on the weekend, and I have a particularly heavy thought in my mind that you have a knife in your mouth like a mouse curled up in the gutter
After work, I know that no one will ask me how I got home and on the weekend, and I have a particularly heavy thought in my mind that you have a knife in your mouth like a mouse curled up in the gutter
After work, I know that no one will ask me how I got home and on the weekend, and I have a particularly heavy thought in my mind that you have a knife in your mouth like a mouse curled up in the gutter
After work, I know that no one will ask me how I got home and on the weekend, and I have a particularly heavy thought in my mind that you have a knife in your mouth like a mouse curled up in the gutter
After work, I know that no one will ask me how I got home and on the weekend, and I have a particularly heavy thought in my mind that you have a knife in your mouth like a mouse curled up in the gutter

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