segunda-feira, 1 de março de 1999

History class

Why do I wake up?

Maybe because I’m tired of sleeping...

Why do I get dressed?

Because I’m afraid to show my dick?!

Why do I study?

Hopeless tries to earn money without working,

In the future.

Why do I go out at night?

To forget the day I had.

Why do I put up with stupid teachers?

Because I lack the guts to face them.

Why do I care for everybody?

Because I’m naive.

Why do I suffer this much?

Because I’m a compulsive sinner.

Why am I writing this?

Cause I can ear my teacher no longer.

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