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I don't know how you don't see,
what you have done to me.
I can't believe how dumb I was
To have trusted you when my mind was a fuzz.
Don't tell me you're sorry
If it takes my blood
Dripping to the floor
For you to notice
You're not truly sorry
You're just desperate
For a quick relief
LN Wildcats don’t need your advice
Throwing up hands and rolling the dice
If our whack teachers had enough spice
Then they wouldn’t be paying the price
Math’s a subject unknown to me
