If only I were cool
Walking through the halls of my school constantly thinking if only I were cool, if I were one of the cool kid's I wouldn't be slammed into a locker nearby, I wouldn't be called harmful name's that bring tears to my eye's.
If I were cool I wouldn't be hurt with a fist or a kick, if I were cool I wouldn't have to lie, if I were cool I wouldn't go go home and lock my bedroom door and ask our Lord please just let me die.
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