So I write this down, in hopes of telling you something...
Mind if you listen? Its just a short one.

I remember this girl in our class who used to say:
"There's no happiness to be found here."
I took that into meaning, and knew what she was talking about so I would up asking myself that often.

So within this spiral of thought, I think to myself...
Will I let go and leave it be? Or stay but in half-agony?

Maybe thats why she's here... maybe I'm going to be forced out?
But wait, that girl I was talking about, she has a friend...

I heard she came from somewhere, maybe she could help me decide with this melancholy I'm feeling.

I think I've made my decision. But I don't know if I can rely on her or her friend.

So now I write this down, in hopes of telling you something... maybe its not too late before I—

Hmm, I guess I'm stuck in a lattice now.