Sometimes, I want to play with words
That way I see myself intertwining them like swords.
I always tell myself to learn
But dealing with the world is just so hard that even our hearts burn.

Tomorrow My mind would have been way full
Of the things that my desk drool
And you would again attend school
Maybe asking yourself, daydreaming as if you're a fool.

We have our own habitats
I hope we can be happy with that.
Just tell your mom I said goodnight
Let her know that we have already shifted our flight.

The script just told me these times are hard
Even Howie day whispered that the best ones fall down at times
We are slowly fading away, just the same as those good songs switch.

You even told me Maroon 5 is as contagious as our bond
How come thoughts are pounding with anger like Linkin Park scream as loud?
Maybe those rhythm are fake, and how more months can we take?

I think you don't even remember how mad I was
Because all you can think of were the dramas.
Goodluck to this, goodbye maybe it is.