[I don't need an education
And I learnt all I need from you]

        Nagi blankly stares at his principle as the man rants at him about ditching school. The teenager sees nothing; nothing put a pair of endless coffee eyes.

[They've got me on some medication
My point of balance was askew]

       Nagi is standing in the bathroom, gazing thoughtfully at a container of pills. He cocks his head and throws the bottle at the mirror. It shatters to pieces.

[It keeps my temperature from rising
My blood is pumping through my veins]

       Nagi is bent slightly at the waist; slender arms wrapped round his waist. He’s breathing heavily, deep brown hair falling into his calm midnight eyes. Dead eyes.

[Somebody get me out of here
I'm tearing at myself]

       The camera lowers itself from his face a few moments later to reveal his arm, covered in blood. A piece of the mirror is clutched in his hand, the glass slicing his fingers.

[Nobody gives a damn about me
or anybody else]

       Flashes of Nagi’s past...His face staring up at a off-white ceiling as a customer ruthlessly pounds into his small body...Another of a middle aged man paying him...And teenagers pelting him with pebbles.

[I wear myself out in the morning
You're asleep when I get home]

       Its three in the morning, and Nagi is staring at another ceiling. He’s wrapped from the waist down in a thin white silk sheet. Crawford is asleep next to him.

[Please don't call me self defending
You know it cuts me to the bone]

        Close up of Nagi’s eyes, melted midnight sky orbs, filled with images of his past.

[Though it's really not surprising
I hold a force I can't contain]

       Flashes of Nagi holding Toto’s body to his own as he screams in utter pain and denial. The mansion is destroyed as he unleashes his full power.

[Somebody get me out of here
I'm tearing at myself]

       Nagi is in the bathroom again, smearing his blood on the clear white walls. He laughs bitterly, basking in the pain.

[Nobody gives a damn about me
or anybody else]

       Nagi watches as Crawford casually blows somebody away. The American coldly puts his gun away as if nothing happened.

[And still you call me co-dependent
Somehow you laid the blame on me]

       Schuldich is brutally slamming into Nagi’s frail body. Nagi mouthed off again.

[Still you call me co-dependent
Somehow you laid the blame on me]

       Nagi is typing away at his computer, trying desperately not to shatter as Schuldich taunts him endlessly.

[Somebody get me out of here
I'm tearing at myself]

       That night, Nagi is sitting on his bed. The moonlight glints of black steel...

[I've got to make a point these days
to extricate myself]

       Nagi lifts the object into view, revealing a handgun.

[Somebody get me out of here
I'm tearing at myself]

       Again, brief flashes of Nagi hacking into his arms and the blood dripping down his skin.

[Nobody gives a damn about me
or anybody else]

Schuldich is flicking threw channels, lying sprawled across the couch. Crawford is sitting in a leather chair, reading a newspaper.

[And still you call me co-dependent
Somehow you laid the blame on me]

       Nagi casts a brief glance at the door, careful to shield his thoughts from Schuldich’s mental grasp.

[And still you call me co-dependent]

       He raises the gun to his head.

[Somehow you laid the blame on me]

       Crawford suddenly jumps up and throws his paper to the ground. He tears up the stairs-

[Somehow you laid the blame on me]

       BAM! Crawford rips open the door to Nagi’s room.

[Somehow you laid the blame on me]

~END~