i don't wanna be friends

困在深綠色的迴廊，光影在理智邊緣閃爍。 每一個轉角，都撞見一個不同的自己——有的在凝視，有的在瘋狂，有的早已在遺憾中對嘴。 「朋友」是最後的防線，也是最長的刑期；拒絕美化漸行漸遠，是為了終止對自我的勒索。 在螺旋狀的樓梯跌落，我們逃避的從來不是一段關係，而是那個支離破碎的靈魂。 當世界終於安靜，伸出手接住自己的，是那個在陰影中等候多時的影子。 Trapped in a deep green corridor, where light flickers on the edge of sanity. At every turn, I collide with a different version of myself—some staring, some losing control, some merely mouthing lyrics to a lingering regret. "Friends" is the final defense, and the longest sentence. Refusing to beautify the distance is the only way to stop the self-extortion. Falling down the spiral stairs, it’s never the person we’re escaping, but our own fractured soul. When the world finally falls silent, the hand that reaches out to catch me belongs to the shadow that’s been waiting in the dark all along.