I lay backwards on my bed Like a corpse, lying dead
Tears stream down my cheek My heart is ripping apart
My pillow is wet in tears My wall silently stares at me, It pities me, I can tell.
If only it could change my maths grade And take me back to my fantasy stage
I had failed maths again Disappointed everyone again I cry and cry and cry
I had imagine success Fantasize my happiness All I got in reality was sadness
Now I'm forced to face my reality In fear and uncertainty.