ちゃんみな - Never Grow Up chanmina

the shes gone / 想いあい

Brown Basket / こころのこり

貴方の恋人になりたいのです

I don't trust myself-
no,
not even with my own life.
I don't trust myself-
no,
not even with my own life.
God knows I've tried to
throw it away enough times
Oh! God knows I've tried to
throw it away enough times.
Nobody can tell me
..........how I've survived.
They just don't know
..........how I've survived.
But I've survived to try and die
..........all over again.
I go to extremes of mental pain
..........to be creative-
again and again and again.

I don't trust myself-
no,
not even with my own life.
I don't trust myself-
no,
not even with my own life.
God knows I've tried to
throw it away enough times
Oh! God knows I've tried to
throw it away enough times.
Nobody can tell me
..........how I've survived.
They just don't know
..........how I've survived.
But I've survived to try and die
..........all over again.
I go to extremes of mental pain
..........to be creative-
again and again and again.

*

(chorus)
Writing a poem is a small death.
Time steals your last breath-
gives you the kiss of life.
.....Painting drains your blood.
Sculpting melts your bones.
Oh! I am feeling so alone.
This is Earth.
.....For what it's worth
it doesn't feel like home.

Writing a poem is a small death.
Time steals your last breath-
gives you the kiss of life.
.....Painting drains your blood.
Sculpting melts your bones.
Oh! I am feeling so alone.
This is Earth.
.....For what it's worth
it doesn't feel like home.

*

I don't trust myself-
no,
not even with my own life.
I don't trust myself-
no,
not even with my own life.
God knows I've tried to
throw it away enough times
Oh! God knows I've tried to
throw it away enough times.
Nobody can tell me
..........how I've survived.
They just don't know
..........how I've survived.
But I've survived to try and die
..........all over again.
I go to extremes of mental pain
..........to be creative-
again and again and again.

*

(chorus)
Writing a poem is a small death.
Time steals your last breath-
gives you the kiss of life.
.....Painting drains your blood.
Sculpting melts your bones.
Oh! I am feeling so alone.
This is Earth.
.....For what it's worth
it doesn't feel like home.

Writing a poem is a small death.
Time steals your last breath-
gives you the kiss of life.
.....Painting drains your blood.
Sculpting melts your bones.
Oh! I am feeling so alone.
This is Earth.
.....For what it's worth
it doesn't feel like home.

*

This is Earth.
.....For what it's worth
it doesn't feel like home.

This is Earth.
.....For what it's worth
it doesn't feel like home.

THIS IS EARTH

is a letter to the ghost of a father who was supposed to stay but never did.
It captures that hollow ache of growing up with unanswered questions — birthdays without calls, milestones without a proud voice in the stands.

Empty Chair at the Table

Vocal: Aya Anjani
Instruments: Wahyu Gamal
Recorded at GSEC

definitely one of my favorite song from YUI, enjoy!

チェックのワンピース / back number

hana

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