Kasabuta (カサブタ)

Hajime kara sono tsumori desho?
Shittete chikazuku no wa tokui desho?

Sore igai motomenai de
Wakatte iru hazu na no ni naze?

Kasanatte, sore ijou wo hoshigattari shite
Furui kasabuta no sei ni shite
Kayui itai wo kurikaeshite mo nao
Kizu no name ai no kankei?
It's not enough
It's not enough.

Nani wo te ni iretai wake ja nai
Mushiro nani ga hoshii ka nante mou wakattenai.

Samekitte hiekitta sonna boku ni
Yoku kiku kusuri ga hoshii dake.

Kasanatte, yokei munashiku nattari shite
Sore wo mata dareka no sei ni shite
Ikitsuku tokomade ikitsuitatte
Nan ni mo nokoru mon nante nai.

Sukutte ochiteku mizu mitai na aijou ni
Kawakikitta nanika wo uruosu koto nante dekinai
Tenohira ni nokotta, wazuka na sono nukumori sae mo
Jojo ni hiagatte mata kurikaeshitekun daro.

Hagashite mata akaku somatteku
Soredemo kizukanai furi shiteru
Kako no kizu ga monogatatteru
Demo ne.

Kasanatte, sore ijou wo hoshigattari shite
Furui kasabuta no sei ni shite
Kayui itai wo kurikaeshite mo nao
Kizu no name ai no kankei?

Kasanatte, yokei munashiku nattari shite
Sore wo mata dareka no sei ni shite
Ikitsuku tokomade ikitsuitatte
Nan ni mo nokoru mon nante nai.

It's not enough
It's not enough.

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That's your purpose since beginning, right?
You know that you're good at approaching, right?

Don't ask anything other than that
You're supposed to understand, but why?

Piling up, wanting more than that
It's the old scab's fault
Even when the itchiness and pain keep repeating, still
Is it concerning the wounded licked-love?*
It's not enough
It's not enough.

It's not about the thing I want to get my hands on
Rather, I already don't know what I want.

The me that is completely cold and frozen
I just want medicine that works well.

Piling up, unneccessarily it becomes in vain
That is, again, someone's fault
I end up in a place where I ended up
There's nothing left.

Rescuing, falling down, love that is like water
I can't moisten something that I have drained out
Even that slight warmth that remained in my palm
Gradually drying up, again, it keeps repeating.

Tearing off,again, staining it with red
Even then pretending not to notice
The past's pain speaks for itself
But you know.

Piling up, wanting more than that
It's the old scab's fault
Even when the itchiness and pain keep repeating, still
Is it concerning the wounded licked-love?*

Piling up, unneccessarily it becomes in vain
That is, again, someone's fault
I end up in a place where I ended up
There's nothing left.

It's not enough
It's not enough.