Alone time school really wasn’t so good.
I never even began to think I could.
Ever since that time, on Monday morn
I do everything I can my school to scorn.
I’m always just a bit sick on Monday
Or I’m mad when I get into my mom’s Hundai.
I’m never ready for the first of the week
Because, you see, it’s avoidance I seek.
Someone needs to show me more than just how.
And hear my hurt, yet see me through it, right now!
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