（日本語版は、Cover of Unfinishedをたどってください） " It’s okay to live, even if you’re unfinished." This song began from that single realization. The imperfect self. Emotions that refuse to be sorted. Pain that defies words. This is the story of "me"—carrying it all, yet choosing to step forward. There were nights when even breathing felt heavy. I wore a mask of "I'm fine," acting strong, only to lose what I meant to protect. I didn’t realize I was grinding my own soul down to nothing. But I will let no one judge me anymore. Not by their "righteousness," nor by the violence they call "justice." Broken, scarred—it doesn't matter. I am standing here. That fact alone is my proof of existence. The pain of futures not chosen. Questions for a life that didn't know how to stop. The doubts remain. Still, I tell myself: weakness is not a sin. Until my voice cracks, I will scream: "I will never betray myself." It doesn’t have to be beautiful. It doesn’t have to be complete. As long as there is breath in my lungs, that is enough. This is an anthem for "you," tired of a world demanding perfection. And a letter to my past self. Live on, exactly as you are—unfinished. -------------- In this room where the light is still on Stacking up another day without answers Even my breathing feels too loud I was breaking before it began The only thing I learned quickly was how to smile Faster than anyone else “I'm fine” became my magic phrase Just to silence myself Pretending to be strong Was the safest choice “I’m not broken”— I rewrote that lie again and again What did I think I was protecting? My hands are empty anyway The word “believe” Feels too heavy now Tell me… who does “rightness” belong to? I throw it down, still unprocessed UNFINISHED ME, UNFINISHED ME I don’t need a beautiful answer That righteousness is what broke me Even covered in wounds, I’m still here STILL HERE, STILL HERE This collapsed version of me No one has the right to judge Nights I can’t return from keep piling up Memories keep multiplying The future I didn’t choose Still digs its nails into me Not “I can still do it” But “Why am I here?” Every time I ask myself My heart wears down a little more If reasons to give up Are more than enough But there was never a place Where I could stop in the first place Weakness is not a sin I scream back, still unorganized UNFINISHED ME, UNFINISHED ME Don’t hit me with your righteousness I won’t kneel anymore If I’m broken, then so be it NO MORE LIES, NO MORE LIES Until my voice cracks I won’t betray myself Unable to say anything Unable to change anything Yet I still made it this far It wasn’t strength It wasn’t correctness Just the fact that I survived That alone is enough I’m still here. Stepping forward, still unfinished UNFINISHED ME, BUT STILL ME Toward a future that will never be complete Just for today, I’ll accept myself Where I fell And the traces of blood All of it is my proof It doesn’t have to be beautiful I’M NOT DONE YET Morning doesn’t have to come Night doesn’t have to end Still unfinished And yet, I move forward Unfinished… still breathing
