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In School All There is is Pain (by GalaxyRat)
There is pain, pain, pain,
In the place down the lane.
Its brick walls stand tall,
It holds students who maul,
Breaking your arms in a grip so tight,
You can feel them aching at night.
How could such words come from a mouth so young?
From this people I am among,
I only feel like a piece of trash,
Thrown into the rubbish sack.
In class, they barely listen to the teacher,
They scorn the visiting preacher.
They mess up the books,
They rip them all in half just for the looks
Of tearing them apart.
If only they knew what this meant from the start,
Books hold my soul,
And now they've torn a hole,
How these kids are vicious.
They'll beat you up when you're not malicious,
And you should see their gangs,
With necklaces of fangs,
Who knows what's on their mind,
Who knows who they'll find
Next. Maybe it's the new kid
Who helped me opening my sandwich lid.
No, no, no,
They'll just do, do, do,
And if they get thrown in jail,
And in school they fail,
You realize this just helps them?
I can't believe you call them friends.
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