The books in my bag.
Aren't half as heavy as my heart.
It just won't start.
Her words tore me apart.
And sent me burnin' to the ground.
Now I've found.
Away of coping.
Stand soaking.
In the rain, hoping.
Chokin.
On my tounge.
It's all gone.
Wrong.
Break my leg's, I'll walk it off.
Snap my back, I'll laugh not cough.
Smash my nose, The blood will run.
Break my heart, I'm dead, done.
-H
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