The Songwriter's Funeral Song

This story might cause you sadness, confusion, and might not want to exist any longer...

But if you have a positive mind, I wish I have too LOL

But well, I, Yuru, will sing an opening song for you. Hope your ears, heart and mind won't mind... 'cause it's been said that my songs are curse.

Misery Go Round

Merry go round in a misery life
Always gripping on the edge of the knife
I don't even bother now working hard
Because I think, I had enough

I am a philosopher of my own world
And a linguist who's making made-up words
Trying hard to make cats and dogs understand
As if they both shake hands and listen to my command

If I will cross the ocean and run through the horizon,
I'll just chase the sun and ask how he can rise that long
I'll bring my guitar and sing a song
Make my heart shatter and burn

Oh, If I get sick, it's fine
If I break my arm, I won't mind
If I'll get hit by truck, that's okay
Death is my rest of this unfair play

Merry go round in this misery life
It's continuous repetitive sight
Letting go a million sigh
Dream is truth and real is lie

Come now, in this bed of flowers
I've been crying here for hours
Wasting my life asking for why's and how's
No one will ever make me rouse.

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Hey, Author here!

The lyrics/poems are originally made... if you like them and plan to make melodies with them, please let me know! I would be glad to work with you!

Thank you for reading!

Note:

I'm not that good in english~
pardon for some grammatical errors.

I've written this for my penpals out there. I wrote it in english for them to understand.

They might not be my relatives, but they were like my siblings. I haven't gone to psychiatrist, but I'm feeling checked up when they just say "Hello, I hope you're doing fine."

Anyways, I hope you have a company.

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Any persons, living or dead, parties, organizations, business establishments, and events that are mentioned in this story which may be existing are purely coincidental and were product of fiction.

Photos and videos that are used are not mine. Credits to the rightful owners.

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○●SYNOPSIS○●

Yuru Hashimoto, or the well-known Cloudee, makes music to communicate. Through song writing, she fights her battles against depression. But her published songs became threat to some of her listeners. Her songs were claimed to be curses, dragging the listeners to suicide, eventually death.

This is not just about self murder. It's all about how and when they took death as something else.

"Even if we keep on running and running,
This so-called life is a race that only ends in death."
~ Aimyon