He gets his information
From overhearing conversations
He doesn't ask any questions,
Doesn't learn many lessons
And he keeps his mouth shut
'Till it boils over and he blows up
And then he can't form his words right,
They don't fit together so tight
And I hope to God that he will find his name,
And not listen to his so-called friends when they so boldly say,
"This is the way that you are,"
Don't let them say,
"This is the way that you are."
I know how you feel. My parents are practically to the point where they want to plan out my summer! Honestly though, I'm so busy during the school year, I'm due for three months of near-boredom! ^^
And if ever fate should choose to smite you
Stand your ground, never walk away
Please don't ever let the world defeat you
Don't get buried in its decay
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