I am terrified by time
Before I know it, I learned to say words
I gained consciousness, and I was a little kid
It felt fast and slow at the same time
I cannot explain it
Tic tac, tic tac, tic tac
A while ago, I was just writing the first line
And now, I am writing this part
Crazy how the moment already passed by
Without realizing, it already had been a year
And I am reading this, feeling nostalgic
No matter what, I cannot go back
Am I supposed to be writing this at this time?
Or am I supposed to be studying?
Am I supposed to be drawing?
Or am I supposed to try and make friends?
I want to know why I'm here
The reason why I exist? ...