“I read your message from the internet in my dark, gloomy room.
Your brusque sentences make me sink even deeper in my loneliness.

Though I know my selfish interpretation of our relationship
Only troubles you

With sentimental convenient
one-sidedness, with a self righteous.

Greedy, cowardly,
My reflection in the mirror is so much uglier than I thought myself to be…

Discommunication, my wandering thoughts
Eat at me, killing me without any mercy.

Discommunication, though I know my song won’t reach you
In this one-way traffic, I will still sing it.

I start counting the things I lack, one by one.
Even when I know it’s meaningless, my complex just keeps growing.

Telling myself that I can’t do anything, I give up on everything.
The only thing I can do right is to indulge myself in my own worthlessness.

With immature, pathetic
Optimism, I’m blind to everything around me.

Prone to loneliness, gloominess.
Tormented by insecurity, today is just another day without any accomplishments.

Discommunication, I just want
To beat myself up until I’m completely broken.

Discommunication, I understand
That there are things out of my control.

Discommunication, I just want
To beat myself up until I’m completely broken.

Discommunication, though I know my song won’t reach you
In this one-way traffic, I will still sing it.”