““I wasn't able to do it, I’m sorry.”
I smiled as you scolded me again
“I’m so useless,” I say to myself
But you never noticed any of this

What am I doing?  I’m just wasting my time
But I can’t seem to remember something
Oh well, I’ll just make-up an excuse
I’m used to it anyway

“Imagine a world where everyone can be happy...
But that is impossible, since a world without balance would crumble...”
Another stupid idea came into my mind
But I’ll forget about it eventually

“If I were gone, will I be able to lessen your troubles?”
I had another morbid thought
“...it won’t help anyone if that were to happen...
...although I’d be happy if no one would be affected.”

This feeling of being useless and not wanting to change
It’s stupid, isn’t it?
But I’m not sure what I have to do
I’m not used to being like this

“I think I might end up like that character.”
I said to myself as I watched a movie
“But she’s lucky though...’cuz she was able to help someone...
Even though she didn’t get the expected result...””

Aah, I’m so tired...
All these stories seem so complicated
I’m going to rest for a while
Forget this enigma, and cease this quandary...