BOUNDARY

The guy who draws a line on the floor with duct tape that says "up to here"
Standing so as not to cross the line
Only talking about dreams that have crossed the line

Sighing according to the manual
"It can't be helped" is his catchphrase
Desperately clinging to the fragile rules

Step over the boundary line
Kick it so hard that it bleeds
The voices laughing and saying "No way"
Turn it all into noise
Repaint the boundary line itself
The frame that was drawn with chalk that day
From the safe zone for the incompetent
We deliberately fall

Stopped at a red light
Looking at your phone with a pale face
While waiting for someone's signal
Only the chance runs a red light

"I don't want to get hurt," you say
The trigger remains unfired
While searching for a way to avoid missing
You rot away

Step over the boundary line
Even if you scrape your knees, just laugh

"It's dangerous," you say, your hands trembling
Embrace that trembling hand
Rewrite the boundary line
To a direction not shown on the map
"Safety first," the world that's been marked
We'll deliberately turn it inside out

Inside the line, a lukewarm light
Outside the line, breathing is painful
Which one is alive
Which one is dead?

A life without falling down
There's no place to get back up
Will you protect "I can't"
Or will you destroy "Maybe I can"

Step over the boundary line
Jump over it with trembling feet
"That's crazy," laughs the voices
"It won't be in the next textbook"
Let's burn away the boundary line along with it
Once it turns to ashes, we can draw again
Amidst the scribbles full of failures
We finally let out our first cries