The package that I’m waiting
Now you can see just what it brings
I’m so excited when time runs out,
To be hysterical and shout aloud
This is it, the one
On what
They count
On what
They count
On what…
It is the day when the black box comes
Hiding it secretly and escape the troublesome
I used to know how to act,
A spoiled kid really can beg
The pink lingerie in a black box
After that creepy thing I stalked
A cheap fake rock tricked honestly
A very disgusting duality
This is it, the one
In what
They believe
In what
They believe
In what…
How does it feel to become the cause of that disappointment? Seeing the ones we know for good crumbles because we are not what they expected. We already knew and accepted their expectation in the first place, we let them grow that expectation and even enjoy it and nurture that expectation in them to grow bigger. Maybe we didn't know for sure it will come to this, but all we got is that we didn't want to lose that luxury. We're just so goddamn ignorant to feel it, to realize it, and to accept it.
When it all happened, seeing how devastated the ones we've disappointed, a certain feeling exploded in ourselves. We're fucked. It's FUBAR inside us. Then, the two devils started to speak out: "It's not your fault. You never asked for it, didn't you?" and "You are heartless and brainless shit! See what you've done?" Then, other thing started to exist in place of that joy of expectation; the devastation of regret in us will never stop. If there's someone who just couldn't forgive and let go, it is us.
Now you can see just what it brings
I’m so excited when time runs out,
To be hysterical and shout aloud
This is it, the one
On what
They count
On what
They count
On what…
It is the day when the black box comes
Hiding it secretly and escape the troublesome
I used to know how to act,
A spoiled kid really can beg
The pink lingerie in a black box
After that creepy thing I stalked
A cheap fake rock tricked honestly
A very disgusting duality
This is it, the one
In what
They believe
In what
They believe
In what…
***
Disappointed people clinging onto bottles, crushed like a bug in the ground. That's what Radiohead say in "Let Down". It's a picture of somebody being let down. They're smacked, crushed like a bug in the ground, destroyed. The greater they grip on something in the first place, the more severely they're crushed. The higher you fly, the harder you'll fall. They put all they got in an expectation, they give hope, they give faith, but then it's all collapsed. They stagger and try to accept that they have been let down. Their expectation, faith, and hope are proved for nothing. It's more than empty, it's nothingness.How does it feel to become the cause of that disappointment? Seeing the ones we know for good crumbles because we are not what they expected. We already knew and accepted their expectation in the first place, we let them grow that expectation and even enjoy it and nurture that expectation in them to grow bigger. Maybe we didn't know for sure it will come to this, but all we got is that we didn't want to lose that luxury. We're just so goddamn ignorant to feel it, to realize it, and to accept it.
When it all happened, seeing how devastated the ones we've disappointed, a certain feeling exploded in ourselves. We're fucked. It's FUBAR inside us. Then, the two devils started to speak out: "It's not your fault. You never asked for it, didn't you?" and "You are heartless and brainless shit! See what you've done?" Then, other thing started to exist in place of that joy of expectation; the devastation of regret in us will never stop. If there's someone who just couldn't forgive and let go, it is us.
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