English Cover to ROOKiES is PUNK'D 's Complication(c) Durarara!!
I look up to the sky, wanting to cry a heavy rain
I want to spit out frustration deep in my mind
There’s nothing stopping us through this endless time
Of nothing to do
I swallow my thoughts having nowhere else to go
[Chorus]
I’m worried I might end up breaking everything
I fear for tomorrow, as I don’t have the answer
With my heavy scythe, wielding on
I am too scared to even ask
What will the drawings be?
On this canvas, of tomorrow, sketching endlessly?
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
What will it become?
This black canvas, of tomorrow, dyed by reality?
Will it shine even after struggling?
[RAP]
It was rather pathetic, but I couldn’t stand it
The feeling of being troubled, so I quickly ran away
What do I do? There’s nothing I could do
I snuck to the rooftop, clearing my head
I start screaming to throw away steam
All my friends watched me with worried eyes
“Do not worry” I said, keeping them at ease
But it sucks having to act tough with the decease
With the street I’m use to walking around
I turned up the volume on my iPod
With some cheap melody that has no meaning
I’m carrying a bag that’s heavy for some reason
I come home feeling empty inside
Open the window and let the dark air out
This feeling, I’m about to be crushed by pressure
So I retreat to the place, I’m always there
[Chorus]
I’m worried I might end up breaking everything
I fear for tomorrow, as I don’t have the answer
With my heavy scythe, wielding on
I am too scared to even ask
What will the drawings be?
On this canvas, of tomorrow, sketching endlessly?
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
What will it become?
This black canvas, of tomorrow, dyed by reality?
Will it shine even after struggling?
In this limit amount of time I’ll draw myself
Through puzzles of my memory
That’s all I really need for now
[Chorus 2]
What will the drawing of me be?
On this canvas, of tomorrow, sketching endlessly?
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
What will I become?
On this black canvas, of tomorrow, dyed by reality?
Will I shine even after struggling?
Whoa-ah-ah-ah-oh
What will I be? Drawn on canvas?
Of tomorrow? Sketched so endlessly?
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Will I shine bright? On black canvas?
Of Tomorrow? Dyed with Reality?
Struggling to shine
I look up to the sky, wanting to cry a heavy rain
I want to spit out frustration deep in my mind
There’s nothing stopping us through this endless time
Of nothing to do
I swallow my thoughts having nowhere else to go
[Chorus]
I’m worried I might end up breaking everything
I fear for tomorrow, as I don’t have the answer
With my heavy scythe, wielding on
I am too scared to even ask
What will the drawings be?
On this canvas, of tomorrow, sketching endlessly?
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
What will it become?
This black canvas, of tomorrow, dyed by reality?
Will it shine even after struggling?
[RAP]
It was rather pathetic, but I couldn’t stand it
The feeling of being troubled, so I quickly ran away
What do I do? There’s nothing I could do
I snuck to the rooftop, clearing my head
I start screaming to throw away steam
All my friends watched me with worried eyes
“Do not worry” I said, keeping them at ease
But it sucks having to act tough with the decease
With the street I’m use to walking around
I turned up the volume on my iPod
With some cheap melody that has no meaning
I’m carrying a bag that’s heavy for some reason
I come home feeling empty inside
Open the window and let the dark air out
This feeling, I’m about to be crushed by pressure
So I retreat to the place, I’m always there
[Chorus]
I’m worried I might end up breaking everything
I fear for tomorrow, as I don’t have the answer
With my heavy scythe, wielding on
I am too scared to even ask
What will the drawings be?
On this canvas, of tomorrow, sketching endlessly?
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
What will it become?
This black canvas, of tomorrow, dyed by reality?
Will it shine even after struggling?
In this limit amount of time I’ll draw myself
Through puzzles of my memory
That’s all I really need for now
[Chorus 2]
What will the drawing of me be?
On this canvas, of tomorrow, sketching endlessly?
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
What will I become?
On this black canvas, of tomorrow, dyed by reality?
Will I shine even after struggling?
Whoa-ah-ah-ah-oh
What will I be? Drawn on canvas?
Of tomorrow? Sketched so endlessly?
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Will I shine bright? On black canvas?
Of Tomorrow? Dyed with Reality?
Struggling to shine