[Intro] [Verse1] 都会の影が滲む 深い真夜中のGroove 電話が鳴り響くたび 視線を感じる 見えない誰かの噂は 空気を切り裂いて 虚実の境界線が あいまいに揺れている [Pre-Chorus1] 耳元で囁く声 逃れられない予感 この緊迫した状況を 誰にも理解されない No escape [Chorus1] 彼女は僕の一部じゃない Not my blood 偽りの告発だ 鏡に映る顔は僕だが Just a face 物語は違っている 繰り返す夜の帳 真実を叫ぶ この子は僕の息子じゃない 絶対に そう断言する [Verse2] 過去と現在が交錯して 捏造されたシナリオ スターという名の孤独 監視の檻の中で カメラのフラッシュが 僕を嘲笑うように 追い詰める 僕が 誰で あろうと この事実は揺るがない [Pre-Chorus2] 影に怯える毎日 信じてほしいのに この無責任な物語を 終わりにしたい Stop the lie [Chorus2] 彼女は僕の一部じゃない Not my blood 偽りの告発だ 鏡に映る顔は僕だが Just a face 物語は違っている 繰り返す夜の帳 真実を叫ぶ この子は僕の息子じゃない 絶対に そう断言する [interlude] [bridge] 名声という鎖に繋がれ 自由を奪われた代償 誰のための嘘か 街の明かりが冷たい 僕はただ生きているだけだ 虚構に 埋もれても [chorus3] 彼女は僕の一部じゃない 偽りの告発だ 鏡に 映る顔は僕だが Look at me 物語は違っている 繰り返す夜の帳 真実を叫ぶ この子は僕の息子じゃない 絶対にそう断言する [Final chorus] 彼女は僕の一部じゃない！ She is not mine! 偽りの告発だ！ 僕の人生を壊すな！ Don't break me! 物語は違っている！ 真実を叫ぶ！ この子は僕の息子じゃない！ HE'S NOT MINE! [outro] [End] ------------------------------ In the deep midnight groove where the city’s shadows blur, Every time the phone rings, I feel eyes on me. Rumors from someone unseen slice through the air, The line between truth and lies wavers indistinctly. A voice whispers in my ear, An inescapable premonition. This tense situation No one understands. No escape She is not a part of me, Not my blood — a false accusation. The face in the mirror is mine, but Just a face — the story is different. The curtain of night repeats, Crying out the truth: This child is not my son, I state that with absolute certainty. Past and present intertwine, A fabricated scenario. Loneliness called “stardom,” Inside a cage of surveillance. Camera flashes close in on me like mockery. Whoever I may be, This fact will not change. Days trembling in the shadows, I want you to believe me. This irresponsible story — I want it to end. Stop the lie She is not a part of me, Not my blood — a false accusation. The face in the mirror is mine, but Just a face — the story is different. The curtain of night repeats, Crying out the truth: This child is not my son, I state that with absolute certainty. Bound by chains called fame, The price paid for stolen freedom. Whose lie is this for? The city lights feel cold. I am only trying to live, Even if buried in fiction. She is not a part of me, A false accusation. The face in the mirror is mine, but Look at me — the story is different. The curtain of night repeats, Crying out the truth: This child is not my son, I state that with absolute certainty. She is not a part of me! She is not mine! A false accusation! Don’t destroy my life! Don’t break me! The story is different! Crying out the truth! This child is not my son! HE’S NOT MINE!
