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I wobble and shake from side to side, full of holes, even when I can pretend not to see.
Whenever I laugh or cry, my paranoia always shows its face.
Once I think I’ve found it, it moves a little further away again.
There’s always just a small distance I can’t fill.
“I wonder, what is it to become strong?”
The me that thinks that is really someone to laugh at.
I was dreaming in this small world, leaning on the walls that closed me in.
I was crying and laughing in a loud voice, up until I met that girl.
There have been as many times I should have been honest as there are stars in the sky.
In those times, the rain hits my dried-up heart, and it overflows with paranoia.
The dream I had in this small world flies over these walls that closed me in.
I cried and laughed in a loud voice, just like that girl would.
The tangled threads come untied, and my heart becomes lighter than the clouds.
Now that I’ve reached the light that I found, I think I can go anywhere.
Temblando débilmente pretendiendo no ver Los grandes huecos que hay dentro de mi