"That's a good place,
Nobody bothers you there!"
Says the middle aged woman passing by as I sit secluded on a bench
Listening to the construction
Studying for a test using flash cards
I found on an online study sharing website
The irony is the kid who created them
Dates a boy I once kissed
The irony is she has bothered me
The irony of life is becoming too much
The irony is this morning as I left my house, I put 75 cents in my pocket
Not knowing why
I asked the man how much each scantron cost
A strange feeling came across me when he replied "21 cents", and I remembered the 3 quarters somewhere in my pocket.
Maybe I do have it all planned out
The ironic part, I wasn't planning this.
Sep 30, 2013
Sep 30, 2013 at 11:34 AM UTC
"That's a good place,
Nobody bothers you there!"
Says the middle aged woman passing by as I sit secluded on a bench
Listening to the construction
Studying for a test using flash cards
I found on an online study sharing website
The irony is the kid who created them
Dates a boy I once kissed
The irony is she has bothered me
The irony of life is becoming too much
The irony is this morning as I left my house, I put 75 cents in my pocket
Not knowing why
I asked the man how much each scantron cost
A strange feeling came across me when he replied "21 cents", and I remembered the 3 quarters somewhere in my pocket.
Maybe I do have it all planned out
The ironic part, I wasn't planning this.
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