nothing to do waiting for the bell
the drowsiness hits my face
i look up off into space
the time flies by fast
i ponder about the past
things ive done if i was good
opportunities take them if i could
see what happens if i change
become someone better or strange
i play with what i wear
people walk by without a car
i sit with thoughts that flutter
my mead is in a clutter
its like my life is stuck
is it because my personality sucks
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