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Dressed in Rags
The drawings on the wall will be here forever
 But i don't think my heart can manage to stay much longer
 I'm leaning up against the brick building
 People are talking, smoking cigarettes and givin it there all
 But I'm tired, I just wanna go home and stop herein the drawl
 
 I can't see what the graffiti says
 I can't tell if I'm going crazy or if it's just you instead
 It's getting dark, the cold airs coming out
 I'm standing up and walking away 
 Don't come with me or I promise you'll regret today
 
 I see the fine line that separates yours from mine
 It's never enough wether or not we're trying so hard, or really far under the bar
 This time you need to see, just look and see
 
 I don't want to be like this anymore
 I don't want the only thing that I'm striving to be
 A high school drop out without a degree
 
 Even if I wanted things to be different
 I'm not sure if I could do anything to change the system
 It's sleep all day and party all night
 When will it hit you that this isn't a movie; it's real life
 
 Specks in your vision 
 I can see you've made you desicion
 As sad as it may be 
 The alarm does nothing to wake you up in the morning
 All you can say is that school bulls*** is way to boring
 
 We're those kids dressed in rags
 Running round the room looking for a drag
 We don't have glam or class; were trouble
 UnLike those rich kids who're living under a bubble
 Worst care in the world being the most popular kid in class
 
 I like to pretend I can relate
 Thinking maybe someday it'll change my fate
  Keep dreaming and maybe someday....

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