It is not found in high school. It isn't found before. It isn't part of the life of a kid, but ****, it sure makes me sore. How close it seems I am to touch; how little I take when I take too much, but my life is not a tragedy.
It won't be found in a locker. It won't be found in a class. It isn't part of mere high school things, but tragedy can kiss my ***. How innocent that letter I got was; how painful it was to try because my life is not a tragedy.
To me it seemed a noble gesture, I thought I was right when I had guessed her, nobody had known how much I tried, not even her, and for that I cried. How careful I was to not upset; how hard I'll try to not regret, but my life is not a tragedy.
If fate decides to toy with me and bring me down unto my knees So be it then. I couldn't care less. I hope you find a use for that nice prom dress.
Written after a poorly-done breakup with a poorly-chosen girl. I've moved on.