What have I done
To make you a fanatic of Satan?
Is it just me being a glam
That caused your etiquette to scram?
Doing all those wicked ways
Is pathetic, I may say.
'Cause I'm just being me
And your mad like crazy.
Oh well, darling you're silly!
You're comparing you and me.
You're doing yourself a hellish treat
Fot there's no comparison, you sick!
I am me and you are you.
Why compare us, two?
We're not mere substances
Being studied in a Chemistry class, I stress!
So keep me at bay
I've got no time to play.
I'm too busy for this foolish game.
Why don't you study to feed that delapidated brain?
Erza~
