Be
That flea to pinch you:
No, all this is not a dream.
To help you cut yourself
In the shards of my shattered mirrors
And call all this fate,
Call all this late hours of work
You'll need... to understand
That what you lost wasn't much love,
Wasn't much faith...
It was and is only terrifying!

But you MissLead and cheat,
You teach us to be little
And good for nothing ******
And if we dare to raise you
A better human then
We're told We're nothing, we are put down,
We're taught the hard lesson of being wrong
As right would be too hard, too hard to take
And if we dared and managed and helped you'd find a way to punish us...


Oh... The Kid... The kid you aren't.
Oh,... The kid kidding around you aren't!
You serious child! Why won't you just live the hell out of great trouble you couldn't take!?

Bother!
Why did you give me birth?
Why did you sent me to school...

Why the **** did you dare do anything
For yourself, for me or the world...
Why the **** did you?!

You were always all superior
In your acts of living,
That's why I preferred my ways better.

When will I
Get over myself?

That I wouldn't waste my time
wishing you were in my shoes.

Of being a stupid depressed *****,
Just because he likes you that way...
Just because she likes you that way...
Oh, the honour!