You stand over there looking so smart,
people laugh at you while you stand
clinching your fist trying to fight it.
You think what you're doing is for the best.
Sitting in PE while they're staring you
out. Thinking about how the temperature can raise
above zero, except it never really turns from ice.
And they decide to break it.
You feel pressured to commit the crime.
To make them feel like you're one of them.
You walk up to him looking so strong
but you actually feel like a convict.
The deed is done, the will wrote and
they stand clapping you. Feeling proud
you can't help feeling like you
have done wrong. You're one of them,
one of their kind. All of this
for some new seeds but these
seeds were only leechers. Man,
you have no idea!
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