How come I feel like the only one
Who has to face this world alone
How come I'm the only one
Without someone there to hold my hand
Or someone to hold me
When I'm cold and wet
How come there's no one
Here with me
I have no ******** clue why I wrote that, I guess I'm just really pissed. God, and it's not even good! It completely sucks. Oh well, I should be used to sucking by now. I might have to stay for summer school because Mrs. Harriet didn't get the ******** pamphlet I passed in for Social Studies WEEKS ago because she's a f**. And Dereck Cronkite seemed happy about it, I hate that kid! Argh! And my fingers are cold. My toes too. I'm freezing! >.<
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