少年の詩 (shounen no uta)

Mom, dad, good morning
What should I start with today?
If I spill the milk on the table
Will I hear mom's voice?

1, 2, 3, 4, I put on my basketball shoes
Even if I open the door, I can't find anything
Just staring into the distance from there
It's not like I'm rebelling
I just realized things can't stay this way

And I was standing with a knife
I was standing with a knife
I was standing with a knife
I was standing with a knife

I really lack courage, can't say 'I love you'
My words are always shitty
But I'm thinking properly
Things that can't be helped
Things that can be anything
Teachers make me anxious
But those words weren't that important

I don't resent anyone
I just don't want to be a fool who's praised by adults

And I was standing with a knife
I was standing with a knife
I was standing with a knife
I was standing with a knife

Even if the boy's voice is drowned out by the wind, lalala
I won't regret it

And I was standing with a knife
I was standing with a knife
I was standing with a knife
And!

It would be nice if everything went as I wished