A Song! Poem by amrita navneet

A Song!



hope ull know the song beautiful girls! !
this song can b sang wit that rithim! ! !

Oh Lord Check This Out..! !


Your way to sucsite is study,
That's why its called bloody.....
I know teachers gonna kill (me)
say how shall I chill
you just say its easy........but it makes me crazzy
A view to suscite
this hell is worst then dieing,
I happen to be crying...
Living but dieing-
When lord I say this Me not lieing......

It started from when I was small
u made it fun so I recalled!
Letters stole ma heart
so I never stayed appart...
As I thaught its gonna be easy
-gonna b easy
those days I was young,
So I made ma self strong
Oh thaught its too fair
so studies were ma dear
& it was close to me very near..........

Now its spare time to call studies friend,
Cos its one of the kind!
Now i need ma friend
Studies-when will this relation end? ? ?
Oh lord make this sylubus understand! ! !

Your way to suscite is study,
That's why its called bloody.....
I know teachers gonna kill (me)
say how shall I chill
you just say its easy........but it makes me crazzy
A view to suscite
this hell is worst then dieing,
I happen to be crying...
Living but dieing-
When lord I say this Me not lieing......

It was the time in school
I studding like a FOOl
Oh when friend destructed ma mind
I took it as crime
& I never thaught
Me getting away
-getting away

Now how I came out
My score is ZERO in croud
I mixed with some friends
for whom studies are at end....
And the I wondered,
Ma new Life is created! ! !
-is created....

Its spare time to call studies friend,
Cos its one of the kind!
Now i need ma friend
Studies-when will this relation end? ? ?
Oh lord make this sylubus understand! ! !

Your way to suscite is study,
That's why its called bloody.....
I know teachers gonna kill (me)
say how shall I chill
you just say its easy........but it makes me crazzy
A view to suscite
this hell is worst then dieing,
I happen to be crying...
Living but dieing-
When lord I say this Me not lieing......
Its truely hearting
by studies bones craking
tell why studies are boaring
And I dont know how to make it better!

Sums in maths complicated
history make feel suffocated
I cant believe
Science teaching the interior of man
I am loosing ma mind!
& so I feel its too be ended........

Your way to suscite is study,
That's why its called bloody.....
I know teachers gonna kill (me)
say how shall I chill
how will I chill? ? ?

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