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你是我的

酒是我的 而醉意你想给谁呢
话是我的 而话题你换成谁了
话是我的 而话题你换成谁了
但你至少 要察觉我的开朗 多勉强

笨是我的 对理智仅有的疯狂
傻是我的 对感性全部的善良
你竟然以为 我对你祝福到热泪盈眶
你说你懂我 不过就懂成这样

活该你是我最好的朋友
也是我最坏的对手
谢幕前我无法独自先走
或者你是想我好好做梦
不会有梦醒的时候
却不管我真会痛

难为你是我不想认的错
是我尝不够的苦果
我也恨我竟然还有选择
我恨梦总有清醒的时候
更恨我有理智追究
我会是你的什么

人是我的 而人生为你慌什么
命是我的 而命运为你乱什么
我真想直说 我无法为你快乐而快乐
看你还怎么 捍卫你所有角色

活该你是我最好的朋友
也是我最坏的对手
谢幕前我无法独自先走
或者你是想我好好做梦
不会有梦醒的时候
却不管我真会痛

难为你是我不想认的错
是我尝不够的苦果
我也恨我竟然还有选择
我恨梦总有清醒的时候
更恨我有理智追究
我会是你的什么

你还是我的什么
不是我的 别给我
不是我的 不要了
你是你的 我是我

You are Mine

The wine is mine, but who will you give your tipsiness to?
The words are mine, but you've changed to whom the topic belongs.
The words are mine, but you've changed to whom the topic belongs.
But you should at least realise how much I'm pretending to be cheerful.

The clumsiness is mine, only madness can rationalize this.
The foolishness is mine, all of my kindness comes from emotion.
You actually thought I was so happy for you I was crying tears of joy.
You said you understood me, but you only understood me like this.

No wonder you are my best friend,
And also my worst opponent.
Before the curtain falls, I cannot leave alone.
Or maybe you want me to have a good dream.
A dream where I never have to wake up.
But you don't care if I'm actually in pain.

You are the mistake that I don't want to admit is mine.
You are the bitter fruit that I cannot stop tasting.
I hate that I still have a choice.
I hate that my dreams always eventually come true.
I hate that I have a mind that makes me think.
What kind of thing am I to you?

The person is mine, so why are you so nervous about my life?
The life is mine, so why are you making such a mess of my destiny?
I really want to say that I cannot be happy if you are not happy.
I will see how you defend your every role then.

No wonder you are my best friend,
And also my worst opponent.
Before the curtain falls, I cannot leave alone.
Or maybe you want me to have a good dream.
A dream where I never have to wake up.
But you don't care if I'm actually in pain.

You are the mistake that I don't want to admit is mine.
You are the bitter fruit that I cannot stop tasting.
I hate that I still have a choice.
I hate that my dreams always eventually come true.
I hate that I have a mind that makes me think.
What kind of thing am I to you?

What kind of thing are you to me?
If you're not mine, don't give yourself to me.
If you're not mine, I don't want you.
You are yours, and I am mine.