SurgeryI wish I was smart enoughTo take apart your heart.Components so complex,I'd have to read the manual,But still I'd never understand.What would it do?Just make things worse.Leave it to the experts,And let them do the science.Let them do the math of heart.So soft and fragile,Your heart may be,Can't dare to touch itWith clumsy hands.May split it wrong.Disect and explore.See that the heart still lives,Still beats with painUntil I mend it.Surgery with clusmy hands.Won't let them fix it,They'll just break it.No expert am I,What can I do?Can't read the manual.
BurningSlash and burnThe underground train.Going my way,To take me to the promised plain.Won't stop, won't stopTill I'm dead on the ground,Will and spirit brokenDown with Skeletal wings,Hollow and light.Floating in salt and tears of pain.Don't touch, don't touchMy burning flesh.Crevices closing forScars of my soul.Hating myselfFor everything I've done,And everything I've not.Can't let them know,They can't find out...Those far and few.
Go Kare Kano!!!