Welcome to High School
Judge and be judge.
Welcome to high school, where this rule won’t budge.
We all try to be that one-in-a-million;
Well good luck, in this world of four fucking BILLION.
Everywhere I go I feel like I’m on a freaking parole;
I play the part and let everyone think that I’m happy being me.
Really just wishing that no one can see.
That I can barely keep me together,
Barely keep me from falling apart.
It would all take just a feather,
For it all to leave a hole in my heart.
Is it not a tragedy? That my originality,
Pushes me towards insanity.
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