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this is what i choose to do, so it says on my grave, this is what i promise you, so i decided,
you aren't my only, an as i tell you this story, you will see that your not every thing.
looking at the pictures on the wall, you come in slowly an take me away,
to a place i've never seen at all,
then i look at you, knowing what youll do
an i just want to hate you,
but theres some thing inside that blinds my eyes and tricks me into thinking....
if only my sight would last,
but as it starts to fade,
my image of you falls into the grave.
every thing has been kinda sucky lately. i want school to be over with, its taking to long, and kids are mean there!