Lyric

"I won't hurt you"—why does that phrase hurt the most?

Don’t put on a mask of sympathy, don't play the "justice" host

You trampled it down for "someone's sake," but right beneath your feet

Was a flower that was blooming, so fragile and so sweet

If you call that kindness, first, just shut up and watch me bleeds

I'm not the victim here, and your "guilt" is just a lie

This silence isn't a grace period for your justice to fly by

Trying to be a "good person" while saving absolutely nothing

I stayed quiet for a reason, but you wouldn't get a thing

The more I don't want you to know, the more I want to be seen

Why do I want to run away when the walls are built so clean?

The gentler they are, the more they laugh while they break

The gentler the lie, the more the meaning starts to shake

The gentler the prayer, the more it’s treated like a mistake

The gentler the word, the more it sounds like a curse in your wake

Every time I nodded vaguely, just to play along

I heard the sound of my heart losing one more piece to the song

The curse of "Are you okay?" keeps ringing in my ear

Where is the line between your "mercy" and the "apathy" I fear?

Do you realize every "kindness" is a threat to someone’s soul?

I never said a word, but that wasn’t "kindness" in control

Just bringing our scars together, covering them with "I understand"

"You’re not alone"—a phrase that leaves someone stranded in the sand

The gentler they are, the more they smiled while they died

The gentler the world, the more it echoed like a mirror lied

The gentler the monologue, with no one standing by their side

The gentler the act, the more it turned into poison inside

Overwriting my emotions with your "righteousness" today

Flowing all your own regrets down my path along the way

Who decided that "consideration" was a currency to trade?

The voice that steals the warmth away, the silence that was made

What is "kind"? Where is "kindness"? I don’t need to know

Just leave the question here, and let the seeds of doubt grow

Why is it the gentlest ones who are always shattered so?

And why, even then, do we still want to be kind? I don't know

The gentler they are, the more they crumble without a tear

The gentler the lie, pretending that they’re perfectly sincere

The gentler the prayer, reaching no one that can actually hear

The gentler the word, changing names as we disappear

Arigatou... (Thank you...)