Fucked up bitches,

Messing with my life.

Studies ain’t my thing,

So for studies,

Don’t make me strive.

So many other hobbies,

Here,

It has to be studies.

“You have to have a degree to be successful!”

Whatever.

Your mouths are shit-full.

Your words are plain painful.

Your demanding commands only want to make me puke.

I don’t ever want to listen to you,

You’re not worth talking to.

I wish I could stuff your mouths with my shit,

But they’re already full with your own.

My teeth I grit,

As I hold back my tears.

My hate I’ll forever create and keep,

Like the clock’s gears,

Forever they’ll tick.

You think you give me lots of freedom,

But I can’t make any real decisions.

I can’t go there,

I must come here,

I can’t go out.

I want to shout,

Show away my fears.

Over these years,

There’s been nothing new.

I have to let you know,

I hate you.

I thought I needed a calling,

And I finally found it.

I felt I was dying,

And I've finally snapped out of it.

A calling I've found,

I'm turning around.

Smiling again,

I'll chase away the rain.

Running away,

I'll stop right away.

I'll hold on.

I’ll hold on tighter.

I’ll dream on.

I’ll dream on higher.

I’ll live on.

I’ll live on happier.

Copyrighted -- jon ng. wrote this too. wanna put this anywhere, u can ask me on msn or email.