I'm Trying to be me
Why can't I be?
I'm trying to 表示する
why can't this feeling go?
Ohh... can't あなた see?
I'm trying to be me
No matter If you're short または tall
No matter If あなた have this all
Just have your life with whom あなた want
No matter what people has to say
and just 移動する on, on your way
Everybody has something to share
and everybody has someone to care... about
people could be real with you
and mostly they could courtesy you
Just forget about them
No matter if you're punk または rock
No matter if あなた have a bad look
Just have your life with whom あなた want
No matter what people has to say
and just 移動する on, on your way
Just forget...just forget... Just forget
what people has to say
and just 移動する on, on your way!
Why can't I be?
I'm trying to 表示する
why can't this feeling go?
Ohh... can't あなた see?
I'm trying to be me
No matter If you're short または tall
No matter If あなた have this all
Just have your life with whom あなた want
No matter what people has to say
and just 移動する on, on your way
Everybody has something to share
and everybody has someone to care... about
people could be real with you
and mostly they could courtesy you
Just forget about them
No matter if you're punk または rock
No matter if あなた have a bad look
Just have your life with whom あなた want
No matter what people has to say
and just 移動する on, on your way
Just forget...just forget... Just forget
what people has to say
and just 移動する on, on your way!
hold fast to dreams,
for if dreams die,
life is a broken winged bird,
that can not fly.
the night is a big black cat,
the moon is her topaz eye,
the stars are the mice she hunts at night,
in the field of the sultry sky.
the mirror is the magic of man,
for his quest throughout time,
has been to see himself,
to know himself as others do,
and the mirror is his tool,
however, he must remember,
that the mirror shows everything,
exactly in reverse.
あなた are drowning yourself in sorrow,
holding close your memories of regret,
あなた hope then tomorrow,
the memories あなた shall forget,
but they never really leave you,
no, they are always here,
but in time someone will change them,
to memories that are so dear.
for if dreams die,
life is a broken winged bird,
that can not fly.
the night is a big black cat,
the moon is her topaz eye,
the stars are the mice she hunts at night,
in the field of the sultry sky.
the mirror is the magic of man,
for his quest throughout time,
has been to see himself,
to know himself as others do,
and the mirror is his tool,
however, he must remember,
that the mirror shows everything,
exactly in reverse.
あなた are drowning yourself in sorrow,
holding close your memories of regret,
あなた hope then tomorrow,
the memories あなた shall forget,
but they never really leave you,
no, they are always here,
but in time someone will change them,
to memories that are so dear.