Final Goodbye (Kokichi Oma)How is it that in my week and abused mind?
Where my pain and memories have intertwined,
I still have a small thread of unburdened hope,
Without it, I would never be able to cope,
From the mental strain that has made me darkened,
I am nothing more than bruised and disheartened,
Despair has left my emotions in mangled pieces,
How do you deal with all of the painful decreases?
Of friends that will never know the end of it,
I have to make one more lie to free them from this pit,
No one knows the crushing pain I have gone through,
I hope they will understand what I had to do,
As I lay here contemplating the weight of my lies,
Everything I have ever done brings tears to my eyes,
All they do is treat me like a weed without a broken stem,
Why can they not see that I did it all for them?
Even in all of the constant lies and abuse,
Maybe I should have raised my flag of truce,
Would everything have be better than it is now?
It is far too late to ponder the why and the how,
I make this my final fa
DanganronpaEven if we promise, we won't,
Our lives still become dos and don'ts,
Do we not see the way of our fate?
That has brought us into this hate.
How can you even try to cope?
When they say we cannot reach hope?
Being lead on a road with only despair,
Our pain and anguish we must bear,
You can say it will not happen again,
But everyone will still end up dead,
How can I expect anyone to comprehend?
The words that I have repeatedly said,
Because when we think all our hope is dead,
Its true despair that always loses in the end.
Would You RatherWould you rather,
Be your own best friend,
Or your own worst enemy,
A question with no end,
We find ourselves in a rock and a hard place,
Not sure where we are going,
We continue life at our own pace,
As we stay alone with our own worries,
How much has our false democracy grown?
That we do not see beyond the trees,
As our depressing song continues to play,
Are we so deaf we cannot hear the tune?
As the dark soon turns into another day,
How much longer will we let this continue?
How can we be so content?
As we suffer the mark of our pain,
As our hastily built walls collapse like a tent,
So dear friends I ask you again,
Would you rather,
Be your own best friend,
Or your own worst enemy?
Ode to a tabletWhen one does not have a pen,
What is worth living then?
The pen is mightier than the sword,
But if all your imagination’s been explored,
How do you continue living your dream?
Causing despair filled tears to fall like a stream,
Crying when something cherished is gone,
Crying when we feel everything is wrong,
It is a have and have not world,
When our life has begun to Unfurl,
When peeling the tape of habit,
It was more than just a tablet,
It was once a beautiful way of life,
To draw happiness over strife,
Now it's all gone and dead,
Making this the sad end.