The End is Near

Everyday I wake up to go to school I try to act very cool

I'm never too cool for school.

I go there, they show their blows towards me

They make me turn soft as wool

I cry and cry, wishing that I can just fly away

But no I have a will and a way to stay

I may, I must

No matter how much they put me in disgust

No matter how much they make me wanna bust

I will stay

The end is near anyway

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