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Bad Apple Fandub (Bad Destiny)*

Even in the midst of flowing time, I keep circeling in the distance.
No one sees or help, nor does understand.
I don't even care that my heart is washing away all the care and love
That I've been searching for.
Even in the midst of the endless cracks in space, I never understood
What the difference is between bad and good.
I am just myself, there's no trick in itself and if I could ever choose,
Life was all I could lose.

Am I just dreaming? Or is this reality? But there's no meaning at all, that's the thing that I can see.
I am done with feeling weak, I'm tired of being sad. I should go on with trying, and I should never look back.
Even these bewildering words, they are gibberish for you. It leaves me without a thing, not knowing what I could do.
If I did something at all, and tried to defend myself, then it all will become black, I'll lose control of myself.

Is there a future for me? Does 'future' exists at all? Destiny wants me to die, as I make my final brawl.
Is this painfull, do I grief? Only days away from death. I did never know myself, this would be my final breath.
I'm too tired to even walk, become weaker by the day. I don't understand humans, so I'll just walk fast away.
If I deserve one last try, if I make everything change, then it all will become white as I leave in the distance.

Even in the midst of flowing time, I keep circeling in the distance.
No one sees or help, nor does understand.
I don't even care that my heart is washing away all the care and love
That I've been searching for.
Even in the midst of the endless cracks in space, I never understood
What the difference is between bad and good.
I am just myself, there's no trick in itself and if I could ever choose,
Life was all I could lose.

Am I just dreaming? Or is this reality? But there's no meaning at all, that's the thing that I can see.
I am done with feeling weak, I'm tired of being sad. I should go on with trying, and I should never look back.
Even these bewildering words, they are gibberish for you. It leaves me without a thing, not knowing what I could do.
If I did something at all, and tried to defend myself, then it all will become black, I'll lose control of myself.

If I did something at all, if I tried something at all, if I ever made a move, I will destroy this whole 'brawl'.
If I shedded all my grief, if I shedded al my tears, maybe all will become white, when someone finally cares.
Shattered across the ground, are fragments of my knowledge. I still don't know you at all. Moving closer to the edge.
If I opened up my eyes, what's the last thing I'll see? If it all will become black in this dark, bad destiny?

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