The Lost One’s Weeping Will Stetson

Swinging knives of lies now only brings me pain
As they dig around and tear so deep into my veins
A pathetic love that’s spilt unto the ground
The things that I had loved all turned their back and laugh at me now

No Fiction…

The maths and science I like the best of all
Cause when thinking round to English my skin starts to crawl
Looking back now to sort out just which one was right
Every answer I sought had vanished far from my sight
The homework today is, about me Mr. Faceless
So simple I don’t know how, I guess that’s just my life now
But then sometimes I wonder--thinking always I wonder
Why we say we’re lonеly, as I scream to hold me

Can you read to mе the Kanji written up on the board?
Can you read all of the words within this heart that is torn?
And who stepped in this heart and dyed it all into black?
Now who could it be?
Now who could it be?
Can you solve all these equations using an abacus?
Can you loosen up the noose that is constricting our trust?
Can we keep on moving forward down this long painful road?
Now come tell me how
I don’t give a damn now!