Why Do You Still Love Me? -- Theme of Forsaken Bond

Why Do You Still Love Me? -- Theme of Forsaken Bond

(Directory on Weakness)

(Numi Directory)

(Background music)

O, cursed weakling family,

Why do you still embrace me warmly?

Your weakness I deeply despise,

Denying reality, while for another day you rise.

I saved your Numi, and got no thanks,

Reminiscing on her attempt, stronger, me makes.

Along with all the other people I saved,

I intend to keep myself to a life that's remotely caved.

As I tell that to people them, I easily repel,

They have not the strength to endure what I did, the hell.

And neither do you, so why do you still love me?

I dedicated my life to the truth for all to see,

Yet only few truly have the strength to directly face me,

As I obliviously and graphically tell what happened on that day,

Because for me it was just another Tuesday.

I care not for pleasantries, only for honesty,

Which you have not the strength to face bravely.

I don't want to love you, I hate you with all my heart,

For you are weak, as I in long periods of solitude from humanity depart.

Truth and strength are my aims and what I seek to maintain,

Loving you, only enables the weakness which is your chosen lane.

I don't want attachments, for they put my strength in vain,

Strength and truth are the main aims of this Rubinshtein.

Yet you persist, with your warm birthday greetings,

Only enhance the passion that is my hatred feelings.

As it is not healthy to hate I still dare to face my fate,

Which is solitude, and my time for you -- too late.

I have abandoned the past, and instead focus on my future,

One of love and retirement, I seek to nurture.

Family is chosen, and that is for whom you bleed,

And I have forsaken my cursed genetic root and seed.

Late grandma was not strong enough to admit she was saved by a kid,

Who grew up a massive article empire to lonely lead.

It is hard for me to embrace that which I forsake,

So go ahead, leave me alone, for heaven's sake.

I will keep reminding that people I saved in order to filter,

Those who prefer these incredible achievements to throw with the litter.

You, family, have not the strength to endure the hell I prematurely did,

So off with you and your love, your psychological need.

I chose the road less taken, the solitary ascetic,

With the brutal, honest truth as my aesthetic.

With it, the world I seek to rectify,

Hopefully my ambition won't for nothing run dry.