chorus
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This might be hard to understand
Hard to comprehend
Hard to accept that I’m not broken
That the torture did nothing to sway me
I am not your love poem
I am not your forgotten book
People try to seek that one a kind
that moment you can turn a try
into that hardest fine
that grade a level
got me on my shine
my artistry is rare
and im steady on my shine
I am lost in this lonely world
With my troubled past
And I can't escape from these memories
That will forever last
They stand up to applaud
You’ve done it
Standing ovation
You got the solo; the duet
The piece;
You brought it to life.
The cheering
You know it’s for you,
Teacher,
I am a writer,
I am a singer,
and that's all I care about.
I care not
about history,
or science,
or French.
I care only for English,
and chorus,
