HA:TFELT – Read Me (English Translation) lyrics

(feat. PUNCHNELLO)

I want to show you
All my hidden feelings
They keep trying to pop out
Why am I being so stupid
Whenever I’m in front of you?
No, what I’m trying to say is, I like you
That’s it but
I’m more complicated than you think
It’d be nice if you could read me

I’ll show you all my pages
Open the desk that I’ve hidden
When my six years younger brother was born
When I first learned anger at age 12
The fear that remained since age 15
And the overwhelming dream of age 18
What will you tell me?

Don’t fall asleep
Read me (will you think it’s weird?)
Don’t turn your head
Look at me (will I seem pathetic)

The one word I said to you
Was out of hundreds of words that I picked from
Mixed with thousands of different feelings
And that one word was the best one, do you know?

You don’t even try
To open (my book)
You don’t even try
To look (at my book)
You’re only looking at the cover
I’d be nice if you could read me

I’ll show you all my pages
Open the desk that I’ve hidden
When my young mother was crying at age 6
When things kept breaking at my house at age 12
The man I hated for no reason at age 15
And the faraway dream of age 18
What will you tell me?

You still don’t know me
That’s okay, that’s how it’s supposed to be
Don’t feel pressured
If you don’t want to, you can close me
I know how you feel once you start reading
There’s no end but
There’s one thing I want you to know
After I met you
My pen came to life

It’s still messy and dusty
I haven’t opened it in a while
A lot of scars in my book
I’m always changing
Even if our thoughts become one
The footprints won’t erase
So they remain as ink blots

When my mom was really sick
When I was in high school
I couldn’t do anything so I just stayed in my room
I left those who gave me their hearts
Filled up my body with alcohol and cigarettes
Time wrapped around me quickly
I thought that year was the last for me
But that winter, I met you
And now I’m here
You might feel like it doesn’t mean much
But you gave me courage to write on a new page
What to do?
I’ll just start writing again

I’ll show you all my pages
Open the desk that I’ve hidden
When my six years younger brother was born
When I first learned anger at age 12
The fear that remained since age 15
And the overwhelming dream of age 18
What will you tell me?

Don’t fall asleep
Read me (will you think it’s weird?)
Don’t turn your head
Look at me