Why does this lump in our hearts, say we want to disappear, say we want to die?
Can you say the dreams of your childhood? Who threw those dreams in a ditch?
It's non-fiction
I like math and science, But I'm terrible at Japanese so I hate it
If I worry about which answer is right, jokes on me, both were wrong
Today's homework is my basic self, with just enough, with no complaints
But why do we sometimes -no, everyday, say we're sad, say we're lonely?
What is a grown-up anyway?