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by bleedingximperfection   Aug 12, 2008


The teachers keep asking whats wrong with me
When I leave my head hang low
Why keep it up when there's nothing to see
I never walk fast, I walk slow

The teachers begged me to pull up my sleeve
Like they knew what I've done
I jerked away and said "let me be"
This battle still hasn't been won

The teacher pulled me aside
And told me to tell her why I'm acting this way
I said no reason, and I lied
She'd be this way too if she lived at my home everyday

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