A Grade

In the vacuum of the ideas I can see your figure In the backstage of my daily actions Putting off my education Paranoia, kilometres I don't care about it Only if my solitude's protected But reappearing you destroy me Cannot stand the annoying sound The shower has a water loss Reminding me that I should fix it I should stop wasting my time I recall that one time I bought a Michael Jackson pin And gave you cause it was a present But you lost it in a while Like the patch made out of felt And glue gun on a Christmas day My fingers glued to make you happy Now it's dropped under your desk Has anything I've ever done ever been important to you? Has anything I've ever done ever had any value to you? I've cried to Farewell Transmission I've cried to Farewell Transmission I've cried to Farewell Transmission I've cried to a farewell "I am less than anyone" says the voice in my head Blame my father and the environment Blame them both "Never show your weakness", ataraxia at best How it goes, you play a lot Of course I'm happy I should not be thankful If somebody makes me feel I can be loved I deserve love I've cried to Farewell Transmission