i hate it when a good person doesn't get good return
i hate it when i feel fragile standing in the cold wind
i hate it when reality hits me like a fierce slap onto my face
i hate it when i am always the figure in a sad story
i hate it when my dream is shattered into pieces of broken glass in 5 seconds
why am i always the most sensitive?
why am i the most foolish out of all my friends?

can you numb me, god?
can you numb all and each of my senses?
so i can be as cold as the survivors?
or maybe that's my purpose, or fate,
like a candle, lighting the darkness around her,
but her wax gets burned, dripping onto the cold floor
like smoke vanishing into the thin air...
disappeared, into nothingness...

wake up betty, you're incredibly stupid...!
ok, i'm gonna dry my tears and go to bed.