Irony

少し歩き疲れたんだ
少し歩き疲れたんだ
月並みな表現だけど
人生とかいう長い道を

少し休みたいんだ
少し休みたいんだけど
時間は刻一刻残酷と
私を　引っぱっていくんだ

Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

うまくいきそうなんだけど
うまくいかないことばかりで
迂闊にも泣いてしまいそうになる
情けない本当にな

惨めな気持なんか
嫌というほど味わってきたし
とっくに悔しさなんてものは
捨ててきたはずなのに

絶望抱くほど
悪いわけじゃないけど
欲しいものは
いつも少し手には届かない

そんな半端だとね
なんか期待してしまうから
それならもういっそのこと
ドン底まで突き落としてよ

答えなんて言われたって
人によってすり替わってって
だから絶対なんて絶対
信じらんないよ　ねぇ

苦しみって誰にもあるって
そんなのわかってるから何だって
なら笑って済ませばいいの？
もうわかんないよ　バカ！

散々言われてきたくせに
なんだ　まんざらでもないんだ
簡単に考えたら楽なことも
難関に考えてたんだ

段々と色々めんどくなって
もう淡々と終わらせちゃおうか
「病んだ？」とかもう　嫌になったから
やんわりと終わればもういいじゃんか

夢だとか希望だとか
生きてる意味とか
別にそんなものはさして
必要ないから

具体的でわかりやすい
機会をください
泣き場所探すうちに
もう泣き疲れちゃったよ

きれいごとって嫌い だって
期待しちゃっても形になんなくて
「星が僕ら見守って」って
夜しかいないじゃん　ねぇ

君のその優しいとこ
不覚にも求めちゃうから
この心やらかいとこ
もう触んないで　ヤダ！

もうほっといて
もう置いてって
汚れきったこの道は
もう変わんないよ嗚呼

疲れちゃって弱気になって
逃げ出したって無駄なんだって
だから内面耳塞いで
もう最低だって泣いて

人生って何なのって
わかんなくても生きてるだけで
幸せって思えばいいの？
もうわかんないよ　バカ！

I'm a little tired of walking.
I'm a little tired of walking.
It's a trite expression but,
The road called life is long.

I want to rest a little.
I want to rest a little but,
Time is cruel with every moment, and,
It pulls me along with it.

Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

It looked like things would go well but,
Instead there's only things that aren't going well.
I might even carelessly begin to cry.
It's pathetic, really it is.

Something like these feelings of misery,
I've tasted them so much that I hate admitting it.
Even though something like my regrets,
Should have been thrown away a long time ago.

But it's not that bad though,
To the point I'd start to harbor despair.
But the things I want,
Are always a little out of reach.

That's half-hearted though,
Because I'll still end up expecting something.
Then if that's already the case, I'd rather be,
Pushed down into the very depths.

Even though I was told the answer,
It changes depending on the person.
That's why I definitely, no, definitely,
Can't believe it, right?

"Everyone has their own suffering".
I know that, so what about it?
Then is it okay to just laugh it off?
I don't know anymore, idiot!

Even though I've been told so harshly,
Why I don't have it together.
When I think about even the easiest of things,
I'll overthink the difficulty of them.

Gradually, various things are becoming troublesome.
Shall I just calmly end it already?
"Are you sick?" I hate being asked that.
Isn't it okay to just end things peacefully already?

Things such as dreams and hopes,
The importance of living on?
I don't really see a need for that kind of thing.
Because it's just unnecessary.

Something that's concrete and easy to understand,
Please give me that opportunity.
Whilst searching for a place to cry,
I've already grown tired of crying.

I hate pretty things.
Even when I hope for something to appear, it never takes shape.
"The stars are watching over us".
But they're not there unless it's night, right?

That gentle part of yours,
I'll unconsciously need it now.
This heart of mine is tender.
Please don't touch it anymore, no!

Leave me alone already.
Just leave me be already.
This completely filthy road,
Won't change anymore, ah.

I've grown tired and become timid.
Even though I ran away, it's still pointless.
So I block up the inside of my ears,
Crying that it's actually the worst.

Just what is life?
I don't know, but I'm still living.
But is it okay to think of that as happiness?
I don't know anymore, idiot!