Classes bore all week,
Same people walk the street…
To success gotta work hard
Won’t work, cause I’m too lard…
Wake weekdays half asleep,
Slap myself n’ take a leak
Wondering if I can spend
These days alive till weekend…
I’m living my day’s half dead
Wasting my joy in a bottomless pit
But let me live till Saturday
To die with fears out of my way…
Is this how hopes die,
When even days can’t help by?
Is this how fears grow,
When self-esteem is extremely low?
Teachers still throw me knives,
My friends have no self-lives…
And girls just don’t understand
They have to wait till weekend…
Don’t expect me to speak to you
I only speak when I choose to…
Don’t expect me to be your friend
Cause there’s people I can’t stand
Don’t expect me to help anymore
If you f*** something I adore…
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