Today.. was interesting. It was parents evening, so my dad got to meet my teachers :D… Haha… No. It was going alright until we came to my english teacher, Which started off good. She cracked a few jokes, kept making me laugh. Then she turned serious, Saying that she had 2 things she wanted to bring up. 1. I was writing lyrics in the back of my book instead of doing the work… And number 2… Well she turned around and took my book off the window sill saying that she had seen something that was worrying her, at this point I had started to […]
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Window Sill
Slowly one by one
All these thoughts they come
Escape is an obsession
All products depression
The world’s frozen still
Broken glass on the window sill
Let go of all you knew
They’ll all forget about you
Can’t hold it together any longer
Thought you were stronger