Broken love or a broken friend?
Blackboard equations with no end
X, Y, Z, what does it mean?
A secret code in a quiet scene
The young teacher drops a paper note
A hidden message that someone wrote
I see the truth in your staring eyes
Beneath the veil of your clever lies
No secrets here, just a strange reality
Truth is a fiction of high duality
Your heart is reading, your heart is small
Your heart is minimal after all!
Minimal heart, minimal soul
Losing the part that made you whole
Crushing a blister, crushing a lie
Under the gray of a rainy sky
Stones in the schoolyard leave a scar
Wishing on a cold and distant star
The vegetables cry in the market bin
Letting the darkness of evening in
I bought just one for my lonely bag
While the dying day begins to lag
Minimal
X, Y, Z
The answer is zero
