Smile for you, hitorijanai itsumo kimi no soba ni iru
As I said my RL has me pretty fucked up lately, I need to get it off my chest for a bit.
You said I changed, you said I'm not the same anymore.
Do you think it's really like that, or is it the first time you look at the real me?
I'm the same as before, so draw your conclusions.
I'm tired, I need some breath.
Do you think that living in this situation is what I actually whish?
Do you think I'm happy living like this?
Have you ever asked me some of these?
No, this isn't what I was wishing for. No, I'm not happy.
These are the answers you would get, of course, if you were truly concerned.
You said everything you're doing is because you worry about me, you're doing it for my sake.
Have you ever asked me what I really wanted?
I don't remember you did....
So, who's now the one who has to pay? Of course, me.
You know I would never tell you these things, so I'm silently protesting here.
So that you won't ever know about this, and, at the same time, I will be, at least in part, free from this weight.
This sorrow, these tears that I keep on holding back, you will never see them.
I escape from them finding my happy island where any of this is accepted.
Where music makes me deaf to the point I can't even hear my thoughts.
Music's arms envelop me in an embrace so tigh that keeps my tears back.
Of course, I will never tell you about this.
I only want my secret island to know this, the only thing I'm ashamed of.
I'm not weak, that's why I feel so ashamed.
Ashamed because I can't let this hard moments to win me, I'm not that kind of girl.
But sometimes, I need it and I cange in the "me" that is not ashamed to cry.
So I cry, and change back to the strong "me".
Am I really strong as I think, or is it just a mask?
I don't know anymore...
Minna, sorry for this, really, but I needed it...
A very big thanks and a enormous smooch to KAT-TUN, help me to go on at times like this. Really, I'm so thankful...
You said I changed, you said I'm not the same anymore.
Do you think it's really like that, or is it the first time you look at the real me?
I'm the same as before, so draw your conclusions.
I'm tired, I need some breath.
Do you think that living in this situation is what I actually whish?
Do you think I'm happy living like this?
Have you ever asked me some of these?
No, this isn't what I was wishing for. No, I'm not happy.
These are the answers you would get, of course, if you were truly concerned.
You said everything you're doing is because you worry about me, you're doing it for my sake.
Have you ever asked me what I really wanted?
I don't remember you did....
So, who's now the one who has to pay? Of course, me.
You know I would never tell you these things, so I'm silently protesting here.
So that you won't ever know about this, and, at the same time, I will be, at least in part, free from this weight.
This sorrow, these tears that I keep on holding back, you will never see them.
I escape from them finding my happy island where any of this is accepted.
Where music makes me deaf to the point I can't even hear my thoughts.
Music's arms envelop me in an embrace so tigh that keeps my tears back.
Of course, I will never tell you about this.
I only want my secret island to know this, the only thing I'm ashamed of.
I'm not weak, that's why I feel so ashamed.
Ashamed because I can't let this hard moments to win me, I'm not that kind of girl.
But sometimes, I need it and I cange in the "me" that is not ashamed to cry.
So I cry, and change back to the strong "me".
Am I really strong as I think, or is it just a mask?
I don't know anymore...
Minna, sorry for this, really, but I needed it...
A very big thanks and a enormous smooch to KAT-TUN, help me to go on at times like this. Really, I'm so thankful...