@migu music@

My head rests on my shoulders facing the sun

I struggle to walk

The burden of this guilt I hide from you is growing

You＇ll never know what it is

This is the kind of person that I am

This is the kind of person I＇ve turned into

In time of song I am the Kamikaze dreamer

Clog my own throat; swallowed by color tortured slumber

It becomes harder to breathe or think clearly

Remorse Instigates an overkill of self loathing the older I get

So I＇ll rest my dead beat tongue, You＇ll dismiss me anyway