"When your dreams are gone
Then why repeat the daily grind?
There's no point in it."
A fantastic thing to say...

You and I are the same
"I'm in love with non-reality"
You say it with your fingers
Though your mouth says nothing...

People without faces and voices
You feel some connection to them
Of course, though
That can't be a mutual love
Still, that's the way it goes
Another day ends
But you pretend you have lived
And then went to sleep

Ah, even if you say it's boring
You avert your eyes
Even though you can't close them
Considering you refuse to acknowledge it
Are you wearing a bored face again
As you watch me behind the screen?

That's not the best plan of action
And I know you know it
To drown in dark, withered days
Must no doubt be painful
If reality isn't a lie, then what is it?
If you don't understand then...
How about living together with me
In this world created by humans?

Is there any point in a place
That only denies you?
Just say NO to everything
And only look at me!
"Ah, truly fantastic."
Even if they clap their hands
Lies have filled
The outside with junk
Say, you're so painfully buried in it
Then, why are you averting your eyes and looking at me with such a cold expression?
That's not the best plan of action
And I know you know it, too
At the end of it
You know you'll find an endless feeling of isolation
As you repeat your days
In a room without light
As I begin to crumble away
My noise resounds:

"I don't understand this at all!"
I cried, and you said to me
"As a toy whose only purpose is to talk to
I've gotten bored of you..."