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Before we start yelling and things start flying off the walls.
I need you to hear this, I need you to listen.
I've changed, Im not the same person I was the day we met and neither are you.
Change is bound to happen, Change is good, Change means we're growing up.
Whether we grow up to be complete idiots or total geniuses, I don't have the answers.  But it wont matter because we'll never change to the point where we wont stay friends, partners, or whatever this is.You can change all you want, you can change your hair, the way you dress, how you take your coffee, you can change how you picture your future but I'll always be in it for the long hall. When you look back at the times you've had, I'll always be right by your side.
Before we start yelling, arguing about all these little things, I need you to listen.
I just hope you understand.
Change, you never know if it'll tear you apart or bring you closer.
Is just what it sounds,
First you're up,
Then you're down

Can't decide
Of what to write
Of hearing? Of taste?
Of smelling? Of sight?

And you run in circles
But nowhere you get
Because writer's block
Has you in its net.

Cemented shoes
And silenced talk
It's even hard to describe
Writer's block
Stuck in a rut
I
Am
So
Bored

Civic
Studies
Oh
My
Lord

Droning
Teachers
Boring
­Class

Chances
Are
I
Will
Not
Pass

Half
The
Student
Fell
Asleep
­
Zero
Knowledge
They
Will
Keep

Civic
Studies
What
A
Bore

Good
T­hing
I
Like
English
More
The warmth I once felt with you
Has changed
It grew and grew and grew
Into a flame.
Your touch became pain
A searing burn on my insides
Blistering inside me.
And after I knocked you down
Down to the floor
You left me for good
Taking everything
Except the sting you gave me.
And now I still cringe
When I think of you
For that death still stays.
But
Now I know
To keep the flame in check
To not bathe in the warmth
To not consume it
And
To let my Hot Pocket sit for two minutes before eating.

— The End —