Why
They tell you tell you to be nice,
They tell you to be smart,
But when you get away,
You know that's when it starts.
They tell you life is hard,
They tell you that it sucks,
But when you put your pen on paper, you feel like a million bucks.
The paper isn't mean,
The paper isn't cruel,
In fact, the paper thinks your pretty cool.
The paper doesn't judge,
The paper doesn't laugh,
your friends can't even say that they'll can do that.
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