Memories consume
Like opening the wound
I'm picking me apart again
You all assume
I'm safe here in my room
Unless I try to start again

I don't want to be the one
The battles always choose
'Cause inside I realize
That I'm the one confused

Glasses askew. Nose in pain - is it broken?

Everything seems to go so fast, and yet take so much time.

"You must sign my book!"

Hayasaka-san. I can't do anything for her, can I?

Just a useless fanboy. How close am I to being one of them, one of the fanboys around us? No wonder Hayasaka doesn't like me. I'm just one of them.

She knows how these things go - poor Kimiko... and didn't I say I was a fan of hers already? Will I get like that? Will I-

"You who lack purity and truth! You serve no useful purpose on this earth!"

My glasses. I think they're broken too.

I don't think I can see anything clearly...

I don't know what's worth fighting for
Or why I have to scream
I don't know why I instigate
And say what I don't mean
I don't know how I got this way
I know it's not alright
So I'm breaking the habit
I'm breaking the habit

I serve no useful purpose. I'm a gopher. "Go for this. Go for that."

Hayasaka... even Largo.... they all do that. Anyone can "go for" stuff for them, so I'm not important.

Oh, I stopped thinking I was special or important long ago. But what I could be is useful. I could work to get us tickets back home. I could try and do something. I could be the dependable guy, the quiet guy that's always around.

....I could be useful.

"Eyes... burning.... back, students, back!"
"Yanagisawa! Come over here and help me!"

This can't be all I am.

I can't just be the one caught up in everything.

Well, even if I am... I have to do something, don't I? I know life isn't a dating sim, but isn't it only right that a guy fight for what he believes in? For his conscience, his beliefs, for someone he wants to protect? For something, anyway?

I don't know what's worth fighting for
Or why I have to scream
But now I have some clarity
to show you what I mean

I think... I think I know what I have to do.

I have to do.

My glasses... I don't know if they're broken. I don't know when I'll be able to see clearly.

And yet, I can see. Better than I have before.

I'm breaking the habit...

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