Sometimes I get a false hope,
My problems fade, and I think "dope",
It's never been hanging from a rope,
Don't fall for the suicide troupe...
It's all just a play for you,
It will never come true,
Even the one thing that you see as a clue,
My wrist, the person who did it, I didn't sue...
I always knew I had an out,
All I need do is shout,
To write MY words of anger and rage,
It was up to the teachers and principals to turn the mother ******* page
And act THEIR age
Dec 13, 2025
Dec 13, 2025 at 3:52 AM UTC
Sometimes I get a false hope,
My problems fade, and I think "dope",
It's never been hanging from a rope,
Don't fall for the suicide troupe...
It's all just a play for you,
It will never come true,
Even the one thing that you see as a clue,
My wrist, the person who did it, I didn't sue...
I always knew I had an out,
All I need do is shout,
To write MY words of anger and rage,
It was up to the teachers and principals to turn the mother ******* page
And act THEIR age
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