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Here I am in the second grade,sitting here, talking to you.Talking about video games and I still don't know how to tie my shoes.I couldn't wait for summer vacation to arrive.I couldn't wait to get out of here alive.Talking over pudding about games and stuffand how I saw naked girls on my father's black-boxI didn't know what to make of it, so I probably shouldn't talk about it.Goddamn, I don't miss the days when I was so confused.I don't miss those long school days, sitting and waiting and thinking aboutHow I couldn't wait for summer vacation to arrive.How I couldn't wait to get out of here alive.Mother, take me home. I don't want to be here no more.Father, please, don't go. Please, don't leave me alone. From Letras Mania