I remember our history classes
The ones where we used to sit next to eachother
The ones where i was hiding from you under a mask and a some glasses
We were friends back then though, so talking should have been easier

I remember our history classes
When we were half sleeping together
I must say that we had a pityful teacher
No wonder why our grades were in impasses

I remember our history classes
Including the ones where you were sick
I used to help you out with writing service
Though you never, for me, did it

Why can't you see me ?
Why can't you do more than simply sometimes thank me ?
Should i just let you be ?

But no matter how many times i try, the memories don't leave
I need to breathe
I need to go
Can't you just perceive ?
Can't you imagine how that history class sticks to my back when i don't want it to ?

I also remember other classes
The ones where you paid your debts and brought me some
Including the only that matters today
The moment where i took off my mask
The instant where you broke my heart

I try to use my knowledges
To bring it back together
To seals the pieces back and take away my weak edges
It still won't work however
Does it even still matters ?