Deathsemane

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So much for the clean sheet This year has started Just how last year ended I had my fun, until It was suddenly haulted Now I'm back, to the same routine And frankly I'm bored Not depressed Nor am I in angst I'm just tired Because I'm on report Please keep track of my life Judge me on my looks Praise how I merge into the class Like sugar dissolving into water Criticise me For being who I am Being an individual Because I am not a robot It's just another thing to lose Something to get in trouble for And to be completely honest I don't want to regulated Letras de cancionesSo take this piece of card Shove it down your throat And burn your faeces And while you're at it BURN YOURSELF! From Letras Mania