Fake Flowerfeat. Hatsune Miku

I can’t bloom that easily.
Then from the very start—as a flower—I’ll be fake.
Starting from sowing seeds and all that?
It makes me dizzy… I can’t wait around for it.

Life is only a blink,
so go all-in on success—
that shallow way of thinking
had already been seen through.

I’m a fake flower.
I don’t have proof that I’m really me.
That “looks-like-me” I kept performing—
a knockoff, built by imitation.

Surely now, the “whatever” life I lived
is coming back to collect its debt.
No matter how I twist it, flip it over,
not a single coin left—no worth left in me.

A beaming smile,
or tears on cue for the scene—
make sure you capture it clean.
This world’s a stage; truth and lies are braided, and it hurts.

Life should be simpler,
and flashy—something that pops on screen.
All I did was dress up the surface,
uploading hollow content.

I’m a fake flower.
I don’t have a road I’ve walked, or anything I’ve piled up.
A childish me is here,
like I was born into this world just now.

For a while, you can do anything—
cover it up, fool them, let it slide.
But the one I kept deceiving was
no one else but me… until my outline turned empty.

Fake flower.
I don’t have proof that I’m really me.
That “looks-like-me” I kept performing—
a knockoff, built by imitation.

Surely now, the “whatever” life I lived
is coming back to collect its debt.
No matter how I twist it, flip it over,
not a single coin left—no worth left in me.

Glory is only a moment,
and every lie gets exposed.
Now there isn’t even anyone left
to say, “You’re a fake.”