outloud

as lucky as suicide that goes wrong. how long people are gonna sing the same old odd song?

but life is life, imperfection that leads to confusion or another fragile perfection.

if feelings could just get burnt, or erasing themselves like rain erases dust.

grow cold, be old, or got scolded.

lies aren't wise, eyes aren't blind enough.

suffering as a part of your shoe, happiness as another.

feelings are depending, so independent feelings never exist.

as you stand out in crowd, be different, and everything's getting worse.

how oddly good to be ugly, won't ever be judged wrong, impression changes through time.

compete to complete doesn't make sense, water doesn't compete with fire.

life isn't supposed to be competition, should be more like completion.