A dagger of misleading sympathy
Has finally pierced it's way right through me
This weak love that had appeared to me
Can even turn itself to deadly weaponry.
It's Non-fiction.
Math and Science are alright, really,
But why am I useless at the language I speak?
But if I worry about which one I write,
I feel like neither will really be "right".
Today's homework is about me,
Who has no personality.
Is this fine?
I'm satisfied.
I'm living on alright.
But why is it that we
sometimes - no, always
Say that it's saddening,
Say that we're lonely?
Can you read the letters written on the blackboard?
Can you see the pictures that kid's breathing for?
Who was it again, that dyed this heart of mine black.
Who was it again?
Who was it again?
Can you solve this problem that we're calculating?
Can you loosen the rope around that kid who's dying?
Would you say it's fine to keep living like this?
Hey, what should I do?
It doesn't matter....
No matter how much time passes us by,
We've been carelessly letting someone else guide.
I've always hidden away from it all..
Behind..
The Pride of powerlessness.
Like always,
I cannot solve
today's homework
Is enough fine?
I'm satisfied.
I'm living on alright.
But why is it that we
Let the negativity
Tell us to disappear?
and Halt our breathing?
Can you read the letters written on the blackboard?
Can you see the pictures that kid's breathing for?
Who was it again, that dyed this heart of mine black.
Who was it again?
Who was it again?
Can you solve this problem that we're calculating?
Can you loosen the rope around that kid who's dying?
Would you say it's fine to keep living like this?
Hey, what should I do?
Tell me what to do!!
Can you recite the area ratio formula?
Can you recite the dreams that you had growing up?
Who was the one who let all those dreams go?
Hey, who was it?
But I already know!
When are you just going to grow up?
but what the hell does it mean to 'grow up'?
Who on earth should I be asking this??
Hey, what should I do?
It doesn't matter...
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