Pop of the Minority

I was in a storm of pain
Regrets are still around me
I'm already gone
I'm finally dead

Rain drops are beating on me
Traces are shouting at me
“You're already gone”

Nobody ever notices
I'm just a loser of the game
No way
Now I can't go to a new me

But I know what I can do for historic failures
Remember static words in my heart
I'll repeat them

I have to notice it's a fake
I never go wrong anymore
To resolve never to cry

I am not waiting for a dawn
I'll find it by myself again
Weakness and regrets disappear

To look in front of me again
I release my heart
Focus on static words of my heart
Just repeat them

I wanna fly
Shut up
Shut up
Shut up
Regrets

LaLaLa...
So let us sing a song again
LaLaLa...
Until I can forget everything

Now wake your mind up
Dance to the music
Coming up sunny days