I crossed my heart and hoped to die
That you would finally find out why
I took a chance to be fantastic
Which made me real, no longer plastic
I'm sorry that I let you go
But there is so much I need to know
hypothesis and conclusion were on my mind
As well as test subjects for me to find
Haven't you heard the cost of understanding?
It's a depressing reality that's quite demanding
Oh well, I've tried. There's always hope
So far as I go looking down a scope
To save the world I'll be myself
and hide my feelings on the shelf
Two plus two six minus four
The secret meaning, the enlightening core
Aristotle was sad and so am i
For what I feel has been a lie.