I feel less than natural, a total lack of confidence.
Deliver me from my addiction to this game.
Crack of sticks, this sound clears my head.
Helplessly watching, everyone says, "Hello."
I long for something gone.
I am a dry snail in this race, too determined, too aggressive.
I must be defective.
I know a girl, I've got a hockey ball in my hand.
I know a girl, by a field, in my hand.
I know a girl, I hold her room in my hands.
Most of the time I know I'm wrong before I act.
Blue of staunchest friendship's color, I am out of place.