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You weren't just a moment
or a space In time that I will soon forget
You weren't just a "Fuck it, I'll move on"
You were a waterfall of tears in the backseat of my sister truck
Sitting in class,
Wondering when boredom will pass.
My fingers go tap, tap, tap,
When will my teacher make this a rap?
When did school get so serious?
Why can't we go explore and be curious?
