You wake up at the crack of dawn, you study,
you do your homework, you sleep on time,
you meet your friends for lunch yet
nobody knows what's on your mind.
There is something seriously messed up about you
because you dream about your ex at night.
In class, you're thinking of setting your body ablaze,
storms arise, but you still sit by the window
until the window threatens to shatter on your dace.
Abstract thoughts, you can never make sense of yourself.
Why am I thinking of someone who doesn't think of me?
You end up crying to sleep,
mission complete.