he doesn't need a title.

i'm not well,
because i feel like what the others are feeling,
strange assumptions of everyone is turning against me
strong instinct of unfortunate events,
struggling helplessly in a place full with helping hands.

once shamelessly declared myself as the most optimistic
and now i'm falling to the other side.

the way the sudden downpour happened,
the horoscope section in a magazine,
and the red liquid that i see every morning,

indicates that the clock is ticking backwards.


how would you feel if u read the news of my death next morning?

limited edition.

im number 06993
ladies over the street staring back at me
friends wish that they owned me
i couldnt find anyone like me around me
hey im special.
i made my master proud.

but like a dumdum, i just realized that
i'm not the one and only

there were 9999 pieces of my twins all over places i couldn't see
shining on the body of a singer in a nightclub
or folded into half and kept in the cupboard tasting loneliness
or wrapped in presents waiting to be given away

im merely a limited edition T-shirt,
nothing special.
nothing special.