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I run by all these arid days, where each day seems the same.

Planning to sit alone one desk away from the sunlight.

Everything quizzes me asking, "Well, what are you waiting for?"

Batting my eyelashes at the textbook without any answers.

 

If you wanted to know my grades

I guess I would say “The same.”

Most of these tests were made pretty easy

Though some “he” stared at me timidly, while sitting next to me

Keeping a grin, holding the grade clutched to him so closely

 

Staring right out to the sky, I just can’t help but sigh

Maybe I just see the world for all it is

“He” told me “ Isn’t that sad? The world is actually much more fun!”

Back then he always seemed so glad.

 

I just can’t understand why, he would play with a heart that only wanted to disappear

Hearing the ringing tone that only whispers,”You’re a cruel and callous fool.”

And even then… I learned that it’s kinda true

So even if a miracle occurred and ended up answering all of this

Surely in ten or twenty seconds, I’d figure just a bit

Even if I were to die right now I know that I’d soon just be replaced

But then again, when I say things like that I figured that , isn’t that just silly?

 

Alone I tend to know the answers anyway, but running through those hazy days

There had been a change.

Billowing tears and fading away, the people I loved kept crying out

I couldn’t tell a single soul how I felt

Then in came the world where my happiness died and flew out

 

If in their eyes, I wonder if could I

be their one and only hero who would save their future?

I know that I’m awkward and clumsy, plus shameful no less

But on this mission, I go alone...wondering if they are smiling all the time and getting  along together

 

Better just to leave and say goodbye, than just turn my back

I count out the clouds that had always floated by

“Goodbyes are too sad and way too lonely”

 

Cry to god, a girl, no stronger

And in those days I stood no falter

Smile from ear to ear, becoming my motto

Rather hold in the past than let go

 

With the outside world that tried to reject me

As if I’d care in the slightest

“Oh well, I’ve messed up again”

Just pushing through my small tale,

got a tendency to hurt from idle things

That is all I am, if I became the “ideal” truth

I’d be underhanded, and drown in these pages until THE END

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