Yui

Because I said that I was aiming for a long time ago
I was letting my guard down, but you don't understand

You listen to me with a blank expression, but it's weird
All right, it's your job right?

How can I be like you?
You probably have some war stories of your own, right?

From writing good things
A song was finally born, so
Love this song

You're suspicious, aren't you?
Is it fake or the real thing?
So, how about you?

Collecting imitations and fakes
And putting prices on them

It's such a bother, such a difficulty
What's going to happen up ahead?
...I want you to tell me

Writing a letter takes more time
Than reading one, try to remember that

Even though I'm told that I do whatever I want
I can't let it bother me; It's not my job, after all

Tell that person who loves to compare
In words that have a little bit more love in them

Even if there was nothing good
We certainly still would have been born
Love oneself

I feel down
But there are no such things as
Fakes and real things, are there?

Collecting imitations and fakes
And putting prices on them

Saying "Don't lose" so much
What's going to happen up ahead?
...I want you to tell me

Being told off everyday, I can't get anywhere
It seems like there's nothing that can't end up in a weekly magazine

Now can you do something that you really want to do right now?
Of course you can, you always can

I can see the answer that I'm looking for, but ah ah

If I were a better kid
I would have done better
Love is all

You're suspicious, aren't you?
Is it fake or the real thing?
So, how about you?

Collecting imitations and fakes
And putting prices on them

Saying "Don't lose" so much
What's going to happen up ahead?
...I'll tell you