All I seem to do is make mistakes,
And I always say "I'm just fine", but
Deep down, it feels like I'm made of glass

All I seem to do is pretend to be strong,
Come to think of it, how many times
Did I cry, on this road back from school?

The screen that separates dream and reality
Within a moon's cycle, there's only so many midnights

A seventeen sort of fortuness
Yet still I sometimes feel anxious,
I don't know what the future holds
Let alone what I'll be like in 10 years
Seventeen is sensitive
With just the smallest of sneezes,
It can feel like the whole world's ending
How fragile it is, Seventina

Then, once I went to school, I felt this sort of shame,
Running a simulation until I get to my seat
Between that girl who I hate, and the girl who I'm friendly with,
Stands me on the diagonal line between them

So that I don't end up alone
I have the quite sensitive glass heart

Seventeen is loneliness
That's why I always feel so anxious
I'll eventually get to know the future,
Like the me in 1000 years from now
Seventeen is full of thinking
For every tear I shed,
Some people I don't know laugh in my face,
How unfair it is, Seventina

Becoming an adult,
Drinking water,
How we aren't eternal beings
Even if it seems obvious
Even that sort of thing
Sparkled so brightly
That is 18, 19, 20
I begin to lose sight of them
That is 21, 22...
I wonder, will I be able to remember it all

If I'm not seventeen, then
If it seems as if I'm going to lose sight of it,
Then I'll say it over and over again,
The proper way to love this world
Seventeen is endless
If I simply remember
The weakest and strongest sort of me
Then everything scary will seem to disappear
Seventina