You are so smart,
you can handle everything,
but what about that?
When nobody taught me how to be sad?

How to live with pain inside
without going crazy once in a while?
How to handle the eyes always watching
and that feeling of nothing?

I know that Julius Caesar died on March 15, 44 B.C.,
that Maria Theresa had 14 children,
how to calculate an inequality
and what a hyperbole is.

And yet, still, I don’t know how to live my own life.
They didn’t teach me how to fight with a knife,
so instead, I fight with my heart,
and it’s tearing me apart.