| Every morning she slowly slips out of bed and opens her restless eyes Thinking of new ways to slip through their tricky lies To make it through another wasted day Trying so hard not to lose to that boiling pain Devising ways to not listen to their burning words Why do they say those empty things, they don't know her Every time she feels up they push her down When every she gets close to that blue sky They always leave her crying alone on the ground Right after the sun it always seems to rain And no matter how hard she tries it all ends the same <High School Life> Copyright 2004 Mallory Stroop |
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