I Hate High SchoolI'm wishfully thinkingOf long over-sleepingAnd dreaming the day away.In Math class I'm whiningBy Spanish, I'm cryingAnd my stomach's been growling all day.Everywhere skanks are whoringDumb fuckers are boringI hate them and their skanky whore style.The visions of collegeWith its dorms, jocks, and knowledgeNumb the pain in my head for a while.It's the Fridays I'm cravingAnd on Mondays I'm ravingUp until the final school bell.I'm not one for prayingBut I find myself saying"O God, get me out of this Hell."
God's EmailWho gave you permissionTo burn all my books?Have you cracked one openAnd seen what you took?Who gave you the ballsTo tell me I'm wrong?Your lyrics are cheesy,I despise your songs.Did God Himself tell youTo purify me?Did He send you an email?'Cuz I'd like to see.
PersonifiedI'm in those whisper'd words so dear.I am the reason for your tears.It's me you seek in others' eyes.I weave the rope by which you're tied.With me you wish to live your life,And share with me its joys and strife.I am the spark within your heart.I make it beat and rip it 'part.I'm your last thought as you expire.I am the fall of great empires.For me you live, for me you die,And neither of us will know why.
Be PatientI ask that you be patient,Forgive my short delay.The twilight's dark and cloudyAfter the sunny day.I'm sure I'll find it in meTo feel the way you do.After the raging tempestThe moonlight's shimmered through.The fact that I can write thisIs hopeful news today.The stagnant, tepid watersHave slowly washed away.I'm beaten and bedraggled,But stronger now, it's true.That hateful storm within meIs clearing thanks to you.