Hard Cheese March

J'ai fait une mauvaise malédiction sur vous.

You've killed me twice (or maybe more than that but I didn't realize it).
I don't know what makes you like this.
You know I hate rain, somewhat I don't like sunny day too.
So, is it the reason why?


Seems like 'the old me' is back.
The junior high school of me is back.
Panic syndrome is back.
Misanthropy.
Depression.
Nightmare.
Cry.

You do this to me.
You've killed me, I'm dying.
And people start laughing and faking,
about me.

I save my face, pretend that they are not talking me behind.
I masquerade.

You have no idea, you've killed me twice.
March, please don't make the-old-version-of-mine back.
Don't kill me.