"for what I'm alive?"

I have no idea

In the margin of my textbook, I wrote my ideals

not to do as I'm told,

but to have the freedom of a soaring bird

Even though you showed me dreams,

You didn't give me the power to grant them

and that only makes it more painful

when I can't even decide the length of my skirt

or do as I'd like, where am I?

Being made to learn things I never thought I wanted to know,

When I noticed I was losing my own words

At the ring of the first bell, I straighten up my back, but

my feelings were already breaking

I want to run away from the birdcage of normalcy

I don't want to go on living with dead eyes,

but I don't have the courage to fly alone

When I can't even choose the color of my hair,

or do as I'd like, where am I?

The voice in my heart says: "you're here"

My shirt buttoned up all the way

it hinders my breathing and makes me sigh

The sky is very beautiful, but I can't reach it

I want to run away and beat my wings

Someone listen to me

Even though you showed me dreams,

You didn't give me the power to grant them

and that only makes it more painful

When I can't even decide the length of my skirt

or do as I'd like, where am I?

The voice in my heart says: "you're here"

The sky is quite beautiful...