She is always such a good girl,
One with a mental illness,
And when her symptoms came on,
She’d sing such awful tunes.
All of her friends, on that same day,
Distanced themselves from her and so,
With the lesbo friends she draws on paper,
She hangs out just by herself.

Bawling from her sickness, she takes her Rize
And manages to attend school today.
Her breaktimes she wastes away in the bathroom,
“I hate this, everybody die.”

She is somewhat of a good girl,
Able to play a charade,
Of stupid-moron-doltish characters
Practicing to be the worst girl.
Menstrual pain and all the nausea, mood swings and hyperpnea,
With her online lesbo buddies,
She looks like she’s having fun, yeah!

If the tears she spills are really just garbage
She’ll soon throw herself onto Yamanote Line.
Her mother already treats her like some criminal.
“I hate this, everybody die.”

Oh man, my face looks awful again today.
I mean, I was panicking and was bawling all through the night.

Sobbing through her tears she takes her Rize
And manages to attend school today.
Her breaktimes she wastes away in the bathroom,
“I hate this, everybody die.”
The panic comes on and the tears flow unceasing.