[intro] Who’s that girl… Blue hair and a red hairband. Is it me? A me I could be? A me I wish to be? A me I’ll never be? A guy wishing to be a girl? A girl with an amputation wishing to be cool? Maybe none of that. [Chorus] We’re not special. Or not special enough? Each one unique, and still, that’s not enough. [Verse 2] Look around, avatars everywhere. Tiny girl with cat ears is that a fat guy behind? A demon in flames, a shy gal with fears? A bloodlust bear, a mother who cares? [Bridge] Why do we want to be someone else? A berserker, knight, or neko with bells. A girl with a big gun and a tiny skirt. A clown with knives, that hurt. [Chorus] Are we not special, or not special enough? What does unique mean and when is it enough? [Outro] I can only judge by myself. A cyborg girl with blue hair that is not me But I imagine that and I feel free as I could be