This room is dusty, I dare say.
But I force the blades to will faster and faster.
Gone is my well trimmed bangs,
For upset I am, now that they lay in clusters.
Its hot and its annoying,
How this day had turned out,
Of misunderstandings and senseless tears,
In this sea of logic, there seems to be a drought.
Think what you wish,
Seems that I have no right to talk,
Everything is bullshit to you,
So I get up and walk.
Further and further,
There goes my mind,
Away from your nonsense,
Away from your treacherous binds.
I tried to be nice,
I tried to be kind,
But you think otherwise,
And think us as flies.
A fly has no brain,
It just eats and goes on its way,
If you see me like that,
Fine, I shall do the same.
But I know then,
You’ll despise me
even more,
For annoying you further,
Even if YOU had caused it so far.
So continue to scold,
Continue to nag,
Seems that I have no choice,
But to become a punching bag.
However, be warned,
If you continue to punch me,
One day in the future, I’m sure I’ll break,
You can’t pick up the pieces, it’ll be too late.
