(fanmade) lyrics: *music* (MY turn) one day, getting back from school, many years ago, a young girl decided to test out a site she'd learned about. seeing it as a way to hone her skills, she skipped in carelessly, as she always did. a few years have passed since that day, and the girl has gotten older, and better at what she does. but the fun was taken out of it so long ago... she just waits for attention, sat down outside the door. maybe I'd be more loved if I made someone a gift? maybe they might see me if I drew the trending thing? not much happens anymore in this desolate page, can I laugh with anyone again..? "heya~ how are you?" staring directly into the mirror, she no longer recognizes what she sees... do you remember the times when we had such long talks? aah, if only my own nostalgia gave any mercy. "i'm doing fine." you blandly respond. my stingy self doesn't view anything as good enough. have you truly noticed me yet? has ANYONE at all seen me yet? I do remember when I was a big thing. one of the many shared centers of attention. clubs and trends are only momentary, huh? what you think is "friendship" is short-lived and fake too... as the views total began to dwindle out, her drawing ability became worse and worse. every day the same, laying down and all alone. what am I to do now? "heya~ how are you?" staring directly into the mirror, she is now disgusted by what she sees. I was enthusiastic only for praise and recognition. aah, what's the point if all I am is just a nobody. *music* never animating, and only barely singing songs, the girl fades away more and more every single day. in another room, each of them gather up to play, that's where they are staying, and they will never leave either. no matter how proud I am of my work, I will never truly be happy with any of it. I would be if only anyone else even saw. but no one cares enough to look, do they? the shrub had rotten very long ago, and I am still here, sitting among dead leaves. now I realize that none of the "care" was ever true. thrown away unnoticed, like a doll. "thank you, I enjoyed the time..." staring directly into the mirror, arguing loudly with what she sees. her creation's life was but only for a bit. aah, nothing happy lasts forever though, does it? one day, getting back from school, quite recently, a tween girl sadly layed back down again. coping with jokes and cute pictures, having nothing better than that to do anymore. her mind wide awake deep into the night, the buzzing in her head refusing to stop. still refusing to accept the truth. "maybe I could still bring them back somehow..?" though surrounded by kind, real people, she still feels in every aspect, alone. in a final attempt to draw to herself, the girl finally blurted out... "I... wanted to be something too." ........ staring directly into the mirror... simply not caring what she sees anymore. one day, years from now, people will talk of her aah... "oh, she was just another user." staring directly into the mirror, seeing nothing particularly special. nothing was real, for the velcro clown, in the end she really was a worthless creation. *music* (Haruka's turn) the lump in my chest twists and burns, I was born of naiveness, and dead of hopelessness. people who had once smiled because of me... would they ever forgive me for not being by their side? I never liked the style of that large fanclub, so I had to patch together whatever small things I could. no matter what the topic is, you never seem to care... everything, everything... was a lie. I have been forgotten for long now. nobody ever really cared for me anyway. nobody will remember my existence in the end. could this be... my end..? ..........? (MY turn) the real-world people who still stay here with you, and the girl who sits behind your mask. we will do our best to keep you existent. you can come back out when you aren't sick anymore, love~ *music*
I have been feeling discarded lately, i'm sorry... I promise to do my best to be active again.
