bY arcassin Burnham
early in the morning,
get up to miss the bus,
just to hear my stuck-up grandmother,
make a fuss,
it gets on my nerves,
wish i could have went today,
hoping that id make it,
but im glad i didnt go today,
i really can not take it,
it gets on my nerves,
my nerves,
and i cant even get a breather of fresh air,
knowing that it repeated,
i hate being in this house,
im no longer pleased,
my nerves,
and if i would id take it out on you,
but your in my head,
it gets on my nerves.
May 16, 2014
May 16, 2014 at 5:42 PM UTC
bY arcassin Burnham
early in the morning,
get up to miss the bus,
just to hear my stuck-up grandmother,
make a fuss,
it gets on my nerves,
wish i could have went today,
hoping that id make it,
but im glad i didnt go today,
i really can not take it,
it gets on my nerves,
my nerves,
and i cant even get a breather of fresh air,
knowing that it repeated,
i hate being in this house,
im no longer pleased,
my nerves,
and if i would id take it out on you,
but your in my head,
it gets on my nerves.
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