I go to change my haircut
As though that will change my life
As though humming a tune at morning.

I change my haircut and still
Your umbrella stays over your head
But perhaps if I could hum, earnestly…

Again today my fake friends, all through break period
Laugh and make fun of me.

“Die,” you say as you kick his seat out from under him.
And the sunbeams shine down so fucking vividly.
“It’s been a while,” I go to say hello.

But as a song. But as I am.
Hummed lyrics come to you, as is my quirk.

Like a letter without an address
Strewn with aimless ranting,
You just gaze out at the sky.

Like changing your haircut,
Like changing your lifestyle,
Like searching for something else to cling to.

The days pass, and days skipping school:
It’s nothing more than trash that won’t burn.
You depart down the path of ‘silence’.

The bastards lacking the courage to search for a job
Foist their baton onto me.
My funds can’t last for much longer,
And I go to hunt you down.

And the sunbeams shine down so fucking vividly.
“It’s been a while,” I go to say hello.
But as a song. But as I am.
Hummed lyrics come to you, as is my quirk.

Like a letter without an address
Strewn with aimless ranting,
Like laughter with the cruelest expression.

All like humming a tune. All like humming a tune.
Like humming a tune straight from the heart.

Like humming a tune. Like humming a tune.
Like you’ll perhaps hum a tune too.