Sitting in the back of the class,
The school day gose by like a flash,
But only when I sit with you,
We laugh in gym,
And howl at lunch,
You put your head on my sholder,
And the acts like that hurt more then any fist,
More then any cut,
I lie when you ask how I feel,
Because I wont admit to my self that what I feel is real,
You laugh in gym,
And you howl at lunch,
I hurt in gym,
I break at lunch,
And all do to your head on my sholder,
Hurts like a punch,
Fells like a cut
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